"Ah!" he said, with a quick indrawn breath.
"Yes," continued Dick, who enjoyed telling a good story, "he walked down that crowded street with that drunken, painted creature on his arm.

I suppose he thought she'd fall, and hurt herself and the child.

Naturally everybody looked at him, but I don't believe he even saw them.

We stood there and watched them out of sight--and--but of course you know how fellows talk! Though so long as he was a _minister_"-- Dick grinned significantly, and looked at Mr.Dale for an answer; but there was none.
Suddenly the old man stood still and gravely lifted his hat: "He's a good man," he said, and then trudged on again, with his head bent and his hands clasped behind him.
Mr.Forsythe looked at him, and whistled.

"Jove!" he exclaimed, "it doesn't strike you as it did Dr.Howe.I told him, and he said, 'Bless my soul, hadn't the man sense enough to call a policeman ?'" But Mr.Dale had nothing more to say.