Have you got room for me ?" "Room for you!" the boy repeated scornfully.

"Why, I'm all alone here.
It's the only thing against the place, being a bit lonely.

Room for you! I should think there is! Here, Dick! Dinner at once, and some wine!" Trent was taken to see his room, the boy talking all the time, and later on dinner was served and the boy did the honours, chaffing and talking lightly.

But later on when they sat outside, smoking furiously to keep off the mosquitoes and watching the fireflies dart in and out amongst the trees, the boy was silent.

Then he leaned over and laid his hand on Trent's arm.
"Tell me all about it--do," he begged.
Trent was startled, touched, and suddenly filled with a desire for sympathy such as he had never before in his life experienced.