By my side was a helpless, homeless, friendless, penniless young woman, as beautiful as a goddess and as empty-minded as a baby.

What in the world could I do with her?
I looked at her in despair.

She met my glance with a contented smile; just as if we were old acquaintances and I were taking her out to dinner.

The unfamiliar roar and bustle of London impressed her no more than it would have impressed a little dog who had found a kind master.
"Suppose I gave you some money and put you down here and left you ?" I inquired.
"I should die," she answered, fatalistically.

"Or, perhaps, I should find another kind gentleman." "I wonder if you have such a thing as a soul," said I.
She plucked at her gown.