"Yes, madam."
"Anything else?"
The man was silent.
"There!" said Direxia, impatiently. "That'll do. Come out into the kitchen and I'll give ye something in a bag, and you can take it with you."
"I shall be pleased to have you take supper with me, sir!" said the old lady, pointedly addressing the tramp. "Direxia, set a place for this gentleman."
The color rushed over the man's face. He started, and his eyes crept half-way up the old lady's dress, then dropped again.
"I—cannot, madam!" he said, with an effort. "I thank you, but you must excuse me."
"Why can't you?"
This time the eyes travelled as far as the diamond brooch, and rested there curiously.
"You must excuse me!" repeated the man, laboriously. "If your woman will give me a morsel in the kitchen—or—I'd better go at once!" he said, breaking off suddenly. "Good evening!"