“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.
To-morrow morning I will talk with you further about your affairs. I want to do something for you.”
“You are very kind.”
“I ought to be. Haven’t you saved my life? But there is the hotel.”
Tony and his new friend entered the great hotel. It was brilliantly lighted, though it was now nearly midnight.
Mr. Spencer went up to the desk.