"How wicked I must seem to you!" Paul Vespan went on, in his weak, weary voice; "but if you knew what I have suffered!"
"I think I do know," said Madge, gently. "Life in London is very hard. And it is hardest for such as you are."
Paul looked at her inquiringly.
"That is——?"
"Perhaps you will laugh at me."
"No, no. Tell me."
"I took you for a poet."
"It is the truth."
"Not really!"
"But it is no use. There is no room for me anywhere. Board-carrying is more lucrative."