MY FRIEND, THE TRAMP, 85
himself, bless him! as sthripped the coat off his back,
an giv' it me, sayin', 'Take it, Dinnis, it's shtarved
with the cowld say air ye'll be entoirely.' Ah, but
look at him—will ye. Miss! Look at his swate,
modist face—a-blushin' like your own, miss. Ah !
look at him will ye ? He'll be denyin' of it in a
minit—may the blessin' uv Heaven folly him. Look
at him, miss 1 Ah, but it's a swate pair ye'd make !
(the rascal knew I was a married man.) Ah, miss, if
you could see him wroightin' day and night with
such an illigant hand of his own—(he had evidently
believed from the gossip of my servants that I was
a professor of chirography)—if ye could see him,
miss, as I have, ye'd be proud of him."
He stopped out of breath. I was so completely
astounded I could say nothing: the tremendous
indictment I had framed to utter as I opened the
door vanished completely. And as the Most Beauti¬
ful Eyes in the Wurruld turned gratefully to mine
I still retained enough principle to ask the ladies
to withdraw, while I would take upon myself the
duty of examining into the case of my friend, the
Tramp, and giving him such relief as was required,
(I did not know until afterwards, however, that the
rascal had already despoiled their scant purses of
three dollars and fifty cents.) When the door was
closed upon them I turned upon him.