He pushed his way through the hedge, and stood before her. She looked into his face with sad, black eyes, in which there was no boldness.
"Here is five shillings for you, I am as badly off as yourself for money."
She curtseyed as she accepted it, and said:
"You do not look like a poor man."
"I am; I am a failure," he said, smiling.
She shook her head.
"Your turn will come. May I look at your hand?"
He laughed again as he said:
"I have no faith in fortune telling."
"I do not wish to tell your fortune, I can read your hand if you will let me."