"Not good enough," she repeated. "I have read you these five months as if you were a book. You are loyal to your friends. You can keep secrets. I admire you. There are many things that I wish to talk about. But I cannot talk about them except to some one that I can trust. Will you stay?" She shook her head, but the legless man smiled, as he might have smiled if she had nodded it. "I am suffering," he said, "the tortures of the damned. I ask you for help and for comfort, and you refuse them." A look curiously like tenderness swam into the girl's eyes. The beggar moved sideways upon his crutches. "If you want to go," he said, "the way's open." "Can I really go if I want to, and not come back?" "You really can," he said. "Most things that I want I take, but a man can't take help and comfort unless they are freely given." She moved slowly forward as if to discover the truth of his statement that the way was open. He made not the least gesture of interference. When she was between him and the outer door and rather nearer the latter, she turned about sharply. "What's troubling you?" she asked. "The fact," he said, and there was a something really charming in the expression of his mouth and eyes, "that though I can give orders to very many people, and be obeyed as a general is obeyed by his soldiers in war times, I have no friend. Fear attracts this person to me, self-interest attracts that person, but there's no one that's held to me by friendship." "You're only asking me to be your friend?" "You will be as safe in my house as in the rooms of the Gerry Society." "If you want me for a friend why did you call me _muck_ just now?" "I don't want the others to know that we are friends. I want them to think--what they always think." "How do I know you trust me?" "Lock the street door," he said; "you're younger than I. It's easier for you to move about." She locked the door and returned. "Are you staying," he asked, "through curiosity or friendship?" "Look here," she said, "it's neither, Can't you guess what ails me?" "Tell me." She took his strong, wicked face between her young hands, and bending over kissed him on the forehead. Then she drew back, flaming. The legless man was touched. "Why?" he asked. "I don't know. It just came to me," she said. "God knows I didn't want it to. I guess that's all"