I thank you for telling me." The pathos of her words appealed to the generous chivalry of his nature.
He felt sorry for her and wondered if he might offer her money.
"I hope you found lodgings," he said.
"Yes, I've found a room near here--on Governor Street, I think they call it." "And you are not in want?
You do not need any help ?" She shook her head while the rusty mourning veil shrouded her features.
"Not yet," she answered.

"I'm not a beggar yet." Though her tone was not well-bred, he realized that she was neither as uneducated nor as degraded as he had at first believed.
"I am glad of that," he responded; and then lifting his hat again, he hurried quickly away from her up the road beneath the few old linden trees that were left of an avenue.

Glancing back as he reached the Capitol building, he saw her black figure moving cautiously over the snow toward one of the gates of the Square.
"That was a nightmare," he thought, "and now for the pleasant dream.
I'll go to the old print shop and see my Cousin Corinna.".