Belle. You needn't thank me.
Jack. But—why did you do it?
Belle. Because I didn't want you to go to jail. A fellow gets started at that, and he doesn't know where to stop.
Jack. You make me feel like a dog, because I can't help you. I had no business to come here!
Belle. Don't make so much out of it. We have to give each other a hand now and then—we'd none of us pull through if we didn't.
Jack. I've done nothing to deserve a hand!
Belle. You showed me a little kindness. Can't you understand how that might be worth something?
Jack (looking at her keenly). When you're sick and discouraged and lonely—yes. (with sudden intensity) By Jove, I do understand! I've wandered up and down these streets all day and all night, and I never dreamed of such loneliness! I could have gone and drowned myself in the river.
Belle. I've thought of that too—but did you ever go and look in? It's even more lonely in the river.
Jack (hesitates). I wish you'd let me be a friend of yours (laughs with a touch of embarrassment). It's a queer way to get an introduction.