She stared, and did not understand.
"Are you coming with me ?" she asked, feeling obliged to make a hideous attempt at professional coaxing in return for such generosity.
"Good God, no!" Waymark exclaimed.

"Go home and take care of yourself." She thanked him warmly, and turned away at once.

As his eye followed her, he was aware that somebody else had drawn near to him from behind.
This also was a girl, but of a different kind.

She was well dressed, and of graceful, rounded form; a veil almost hid her face, but enough could be seen to prove that she had good looks.
"That a friend of yours ?" she asked abruptly, and her voice was remarkably full, clear, and sweet.
Waymark answered with a negative, looking closely at her.
"Then why did you give her all that money ?" "How do you know what I gave her ?" "I was standing just behind here, and could see." "Well ?" "Nothing; only I should think you are one out of a thousand.

You saved me a sovereign, too; I've watched her begging of nearly a dozen people, and I couldn't have stood it much longer." "You would have given her a sovereign ?" "I meant to, if she'd failed with you." "Is she a friend of yours ?" "Never saw her before to-night." "Then you must be one out of a thousand." The girl laughed merrily.
"In that case," she said, "we ought to know each other, shouldn't we ?" "If we began by thinking so well of each other," returned Waymark, smiling, "we should not improbably suffer a grievous disappointment before long." "Well, _you_ might.