"Yes; at the St. Nicholas Hotel. You can help me get there, and share my room."
Tony hesitated.
"Do you mean it?" he asked.
"Why shouldn't I?"
"Because you're a gentleman, and I—do you know what they call me?"
"What?"
"Tony, the Tramp."
"It is your misfortune and not your fault. I repeat my invitation—will you come?"
"I will," answered Tony.
He saw that the young man was in earnest, and he no longer persisted in his refusal.