"I mean, that for all you know, I might be the biggest blackguard unhung. I might be wanted by the police—I might be all of a hundred and one unsavoury things. Do you realize that?"
Faith laughed now. She was not in the least afraid that he could be any of these things.
"I think you're the kindest man I've ever met," she said.
"Do you?" He laughed dryly. "But, then, you haven't met many men, I take it."
"No."
Another little silence.
"Have you got a mother?" Faith asked shyly.
He turned his head.
"I haven't a relative in the whole world as far as I know. I was born in Australia, and my mother died there, and my father broke his neck when I was fifteen."
"Broke his neck?" echoed Faith, horrified.