"Tush!" said he, and catching my hand again, led me to a small and dingy mirror against the wall. "An ill-looking scoundrel!" he exclaimed, pointing to his reflection. "A miserable wretch, a friendless dog, and Peregrine, I tell you she stooped to trust this scoundrel, to touch this wretch's hand, to speak gentle words to this homeless dog. She's a saint, begad--a positive angel and--oh, stab my vitals--she's hungry and I forgot it--" "So am I, Anthony--so are you--and here's supper--" "Where?" he enquired, still lost in contemplation of his villainous reflection. "On the table, of course." "Dammit, what a repulsive object I look!" he groaned. "And yet, what matter? Yes--it's just as well she should have seen me at my very worst! And yet--these cursed bristles! I tell you she's an angel, Perry!" "And hungry, Anthony." "So she is, sweet soul!" he exclaimed and was gone as he spoke, to reappear in another moment ushering in our fair guest, whose mere presence and dainty grace seemed to make the dingy chamber more sweet and homelike. "Madam," said I, taking up the carving-knife and bowing as she seated herself between us, "I fear we can offer you but the very simplest of fare, but if you are hungry--" "Ravenous, sir!" said she, with a little upward motion of the eyes that I thought very engaging. "I have eaten nothing since I ran away this morning--" "And this beef cuts very well!" said I. And so we began to eat forthwith, speaking but seldom (and Anthony not at all) until our hunger was somewhat appeased. More than once I had noticed her bright eyes flit from the elegance of my garments to the ruin of Anthony's; at last she spoke: "And you are--two friends, I understand?" she questioned. "Yes, madam," answered Anthony, "of about six hours standing. My friend Mr. Vereker found me upon the road and took pity on my destitution. It is to Peregrine we are indebted for the food we eat--" "And to Anthony for your safety. As to friendship," I pursued, "it is a gift of heaven, greater than time and born in a moment--and this I hope may endure as long as time, because Anthony is the only friend I possess." Now at this she leaned back and glanced at us beneath wrinkled brows for a moment, then suddenly and with sweet impulse she reached out a hand to each of us. "Then let us all be friends," said she, "for I am lonely too!"