“It is enough,” sighed Brother Higgs, whose own audience was frequently content to be on the wrong side of the window, “it is enough to make a man vain.”

“I struggle against it, Brother,” said Mr. Burge, passing his cup up for some more tea.  “I fight against it hard, but once the Evil One was almost too much for me; and in spite of myself, and knowing besides that it was a plot of ’is, I nearly felt uplifted.”

Brother Higgs, passing him some more beef, pressed for details.

“He sent me two policemen,” replied the other, scowling darkly at the meanness of the trick.  “One I might ’ave stood, but two come to being pretty near too much for me.  They sat under me while I gave ’em the Word ’ot and strong, and the feeling I had standing up there and telling policemen what they ought to do I shall never forget.”

“But why should policemen make you proud?” asked his puzzled listener.

Mr. Burge looked puzzled in his turn.  “Why, hasn’t Brother Clark told you about me?” he inquired.

Mr. Higgs shook his head.  “He sort of—­suggested that—­that you had been a little bit wild before you came to us,” he murmured apologetically.

“A—­little—­bit—­wild?” repeated Brother Burge, in horrified accents.  “ME? a little bit wild?”

“No doubt he exaggerated a little,” said the jeweller hurriedly.  “Being such a good man himself, no doubt things would seem wild to him that wouldn’t to us—­to me, I mean.”

“A little bit wild,” said his visitor again.  “Sam Burge, the Converted Burglar, a little bit wild.  Well, well!”

“Converted what?” shouted the jeweller, half-rising from his chair.

“Burglar,” said the other shortly.  “Why, I should think I know more about the inside o’ gaols than anybody in England; I’ve pretty near killed three policemen, besides breaking a gent’s leg and throwing a footman out of window, and then Brother Clark goes and says I’ve been a little bit wild.  I wonder what he would ’ave?”

“But you—­you’ve quite reformed now?” said the jeweller, resuming his seat and making a great effort to hide his consternation.

“I ’ope so,” said Mr. Burge, with alarming humility; “but it’s an uncertain world, and far be it from me to boast.  That’s why I’ve come here.”

Mr. Higgs, only half-comprehending, sat back gasping.

“If I can stand this,” pursued Brother Burge, gesticulating wildly in the direction of the shop, “if I can stand being here with all these ’ere pretty little things to be ’ad for the trouble of picking of ’em up, I can stand anything.  Tempt me, I says to Brother Clark.  Put me in the way o’ temptation, I says.  Let me see whether the Evil One or me is the strongest; let me ‘ave a good old up and down with the Powers o’ Darkness, and see who wins.”

Mr. Higgs, gripping the edge of the table with both hands, gazed at this new Michael in speechless consternation.