"I know he was dressed as a minister, but I don't believe he was one."
"He looked just like one. Besides he was reading a volume of sermons. I can't believe that he would rob me."
"There was one thing that didn't look very ministerial."
"What was that?"
"His nose. Do you not notice how red it was?"
"Yes, but I thought it might be some humor."
"It was colored by whisky, I think. I know topers in New York who have noses exactly like his. You may depend upon it that he has your purse. I hope there wasn't much in it."
"Only about five dollars. Generally the loss would not inconvenience me, but as it is—" and she looked anxious.
"If—if I can be of any service," stammered Mark, "I hope you won't mind saying so. I can lend you five dollars."
The young lady looked grateful, but seemed in doubt as to whether she ought to accept the offer.