I don't care what they say, I likes him; and he do talk beautiful, sir, don't he ?" "Indeed he does," I said, "the best talker in the world.

I want you to look in the pad on the table.

I have left a note there for you." "Not for me, sir, I could not take it; no, sir, please not," he cried in a hurried, fear-struck voice.

"You've forgotten something, sir, come back and get it, sir, do, please.

I daren't." In spite of my remonstrance he took me back and I had to put the note in my pocket.
"I could not, you know, sir, I was not kind to him for that." His manner changed; he seemed hurt.
I told him I was sure of it, sure, and begged him to believe, that if I were able to do anything for him, at any time, I'd be glad, and gave him my address.