You may not consider me a gentleman," and I glanced down at my cheap suit.

"Yet surely you cannot regard me as a mere brute." She continued to gaze at me, her eyes misty, yet full of wonderment.
My language was not that of the slums, nor were my manners.

To her I must have seemed as strange a character, as she appeared to me.

We were both advancing blindly through the dark.
"You are also," she affirmed finally, as if half regretting the words.
"You are just as penniless as I." "Why should you say that ?" "Because I know," and by now her eyes were blinded by the tears clinging to her lashes.

"You--you humiliated yourself to serve me; you--you were obliged to pawn something in security for this food.
I--I saw you--your excuse for leaving me outside was just a sham.