The strengthening of his house, the coming of the savages, the intensely interesting occurrences of the story, so enchained me, that I read on and on till I was suddenly startled by the voice of Mr Revitts exclaiming: "Hallo, you! I say, what's o'clock?" CHAPTER FOURTEEN. BREAKFAST WITH THE LAW, AND WHAT FOLLOWED. I let the book fall in a shamefaced way as my host took a great, ugly old silver watch from beneath his pillow, looked at it, shook it, looked at it again, and then exclaimed: "It's either 'levin o'clock or else she's been up to her larks. Hush!" He held up his hand, for just then a clock began to strike, and we both counted eleven. "Then she was right for once in a way. Why didn't you call me at ten?" "I forgot, sir. I was reading," I faltered; for I felt I had been guilty of a great breach of trust. "And you haven't had no breakfast," he said, dressing himself quickly, and then plunging his face into the basin of water, to splash and blow loudly, before having a most vigorous rub with the towel. "Why, you must be as hungry as a hunter," he continued, as he halted in what was apparently his morning costume of flannel shirt and trousers. "We'll very soon have it ready, though. Shove the cloth on, youngster; the cups and saucers are in that cupboard, that's right, look alive." I hastened to do what he wished, and in a few minutes had spread the table after the fashion observed by Mary at Mr Blakeford's, while Mr Revitts took a couple of rashers of bacon out of a piece of newspaper on the top of the bookshelf, and some bread and a preserve jar containing butter out of a box under the table. Next he poured some coffee out of a canister into the pot, and having inserted his feet into slippers, he prepared to go out of the room. "Bedroom, with use of the kitchen, for a single gentleman," he said, winking one eye. "That's me. Back in five minutes, youngster." It must have been ten minutes before he returned, with the coffee-pot in one hand and the two rashers of hot sputtering bacon in the other, when in the most friendly spirit he drew a chair to the table, and saying, "Help yourself, youngster," placed one rasher upon my plate and took the other upon his own. "I say, only to think of my mate coming upon you fast asleep in London," he said, tearing me off a piece of bread. "Why, if he'd been looking for you, he couldn't ha' done it. Don't be afraid o' the sugar. There ain't no milk." I was very hungry, and I gladly began my breakfast, since it was offered in so sociable a spirit. "Let's see. How did you say Mary looked?" "Very well indeed, sir," I replied. "Send me--come, tuck in, my lad, you're welcome--send me any message?" "She did not know I was coming, sir." "No, of course not. So you've come to London to seek your fortune, eh?" "Yes, sir." "Where are you going to look for it first?" he said, grinning. "I don't know, sir," I said, rather despondently.