"You will feel differently—you will humanize."
"Never!" exclaimed the tramp.
"To-night," said Bulstrode, simply.
Waring looked at him curiously.
"What a wonderful man!" he half murmured. "I was led to you by fate: you have forced me to lay my soul bare to you—and now..."
"Let's look things in the face together," suggested the gentleman, practically. "I have a ranch out West. A good piece of property. It's in the hands of a clever Englishman and promises well. How would you like to go out there and start anew? He'll give you a welcome, and he's a first-rate business man. Will you go?"
Waring had with his old habit thrust his hands in his pockets. He stood well on his feet. Bulstrode remarked it. He looked meditatively down between the soles of his shoes.
"You mean to say you give me a chance—to—to——"
"Begin anew, Waring."
"I drink a great deal," said the young man.