CHAPTER VI.
WE OPEN CONFIDENCES I bent my head, impressed by her earnestness, every instinct of a gentleman born, returning instantly.
"I do comprehend," I admitted seriously.

"Believe me I have felt the truth of this ever since I first saw your face.

You have ample reason for misjudging me, for believing me a criminal, but I possess no excuse for even questioning you.

Shall we not permit the whole matter to rest there, and pretend at being friends for the moment?
You have already acknowledged being both homeless and hungry.

What more do I need know to be of assistance?
The cause of such a condition is no business of mine, unless you choose to tell me voluntarily.