What do you want with me ?" The voice, like the face, was peculiar, not unpleasant--deep, rich, with a clear tone, yet not in the least like Madaline's voice.
"I want," said Lord Arleigh, steadily, "to be your friend, if you will let me." "My friend!" a cynical smile curled the handsome lips.

"Well, that is indeed a novelty.

I should like to ask, if it would not seem rude, what kind of a friend can a gentleman like you be to me ?" "You will soon find out," said Lord Arleigh.
"I have never known a friendship between a rich man and a ne'er-do-well like myself which did not end in harm for the poorer man.

You seek us only when you want us--and then it is for no good." "I should not be very likely to seek you from any motive but the desire to help you," observed Lord Arleigh.
"It is not quite clear to me how I am to be helped," returned the convict with a cynical smile; "but if you can do anything to get me out of this wretched place, please do." "I want you to answer me a few questions," said Lord Arleigh--"and very much depends on them.

To begin, tell me, were you innocent or guilty of the crime for which you are suffering?
Is your punishment deserved or not ?" "Well," replied Henry Dornham, with a sullen frown, "I can just say this--it is well there are strong bars between us; if there were not you would not live to ask such another question." "Will you answer me ?" said Lord Arleigh, gently.
"No, I will not--why should I?
You belong to a class I hate and detest--a class of tyrants and oppressors." "Why should you?
I will tell you in a few words.