She stopped awkwardly, as if to listen to the wind, which was rattling the windows, and spreading a film of rain against the opaque darkness without. Then, smoothing her wrapper over her knees, she remarked, as if opening a desultory conversation, “Thar's a power of rain outside.” Mr. Hamlin's only response to this meteorological observation was a yawn, and a preliminary tug at his coat as he began to remove it. “I thought ye couldn't mind doin' me a favor,” continued Peg, with a hard, awkward laugh, “partik'ly seein' ez folks allowed you'd sorter bin a friend o' mine, and hed stood up for me at times when you hedn't any partikler call to do it. I hevn't” she continued, looking down on her lap, and following with her finger and thumb a seam of her gown,--“I hevn't so many friends ez slings a kind word for me these times that I disremember them.” Her under lip quivered a little here; and, after vainly hunting for a forgotten handkerchief, she finally lifted the hem of her gown, wiped her snub nose upon it, but left the tears still in her eyes as she raised them to the man, Mr. Hamlin, who had by this time divested himself of his coat, stopped unbuttoning his waistcoat, and looked at her. “Like ez not thar'll be high water on the North Fork, ef this rain keeps on,” said Peg, as if apologetically, looking toward the window. The other rain having ceased, Mr. Hamlin began to unbutton his waistcoat again. “I wanted to ask ye a favor about Mr.--about--Jack Folinsbee,” began Peg again hurriedly. “He's ailin' agin, and is mighty low. And he's losin' a heap o' money here and thar, and mostly to YOU. You cleaned him out of two thousand dollars last night--all he had.” “Well?” said the gambler coldly. “Well, I thought ez you woz a friend o' mine, I'd ask ye to let up a little on him,” said Peg, with an affected laugh. “You kin do it. Don't let him play with ye.” “Mistress Margaret Moffat,” said Jack, with lazy deliberation, taking off his watch, and beginning to wind it up, “ef you're that much stuck after Jack Folinsbee, YOU kin keep him off of me much easier than I kin. You're a rich woman. Give him enough money to break my bank, or break himself for good and all; but don't keep him forlin' round me in hopes to make a raise. It don't pay, Mistress Moffat--it don't pay!” A finer nature than Peg's would have misunderstood or resented the gambler's slang, and the miserable truths that underlaid it. But she comprehended him instantly, and sat hopelessly silent.