"He looks sick; and he must be very poor."
"Yes, poor, indeed!" returned Mrs. Martin with a sigh; a thought of her own poor wanderer crossing her mind. This thought caused her to turn to the man and say to him,
"Have you been sick, my friend?"
The man who had been looking at her intently from the moment that she entered the room, now turned his face partly away as he replied—
"Yes. I've been sick for a number of days, but I am better now."
"You look very poor."
"I am poor—poor indeed!"
"You do not belong to these parts?"
"I do not deserve to," replied the man, low and evasively.
"Where do your friends live?"