“Good-evening, Mr. Simpson,” he said.
“It appears to me that you are very ready to make yourself at home in a gentleman’s house,” said John Simpson, angrily.
“Why shouldn’t I? I was once a gentleman myself.”
“It must have been long ago,” said the rich man with a sneer.
“Oh, you judge by my clothes,” said the tramp, coolly. “That’s wrong. Such as you see me I am a man of education, and a college graduate.”
“I don’t care what you have been. You are down in the world now.”
“That’s true enough.”
“What did you mean by sending me word that you knew me in California?”
“I told the truth.”
“Where was it?”