An anarchist, for all the world! As if any anarchist alive would travel first-class in third-class clothes! You see, I'm blunt." The boy, studying him, half in fear, half in doubt, laughed suddenly in quick relief and amusement.
"An anarchist! How droll!" "Wasn't it?
I told them so.

I also told them--" "What ?" "My own beliefs." "And your beliefs ?" "No! No! You won't draw me! But I'll tell you this much, for I've told it before.

I knew you were no common creature of intrigue; I accepted you as mystery personified." "And now you would solve me ?" In his returning confidence the boy's eyes danced.
"God forbid!" The vehemence of the reply was comic, and the Irishman himself laughed as the words escaped him.

"Oh no!" he added, soberly.
"Keep your mask! I don't want to tear it from you.

Later on, perhaps, I'll take a peep behind; but I can accept mysteries and miracles--I was born into the Roman Catholic Church." "And I into the Greek." "Ah! My first peep!" "And what do you see ?" "Do you know, I see a queer thing.