'You're a man,' said Torpenhow.
'I'm afraid I've been a fool. It isn't our business to run about the earth reforming Bessie Brokes. And a woman of any kind has no right on this landing.'
'Perhaps she won't come back.'
'She will if she thinks she can get food and warmth here. I know she will, worse luck. But remember, old man, she isn't a woman: she's my model; and be careful.'
'The idea! She's a dissolute little scarecrow,—a gutter-snippet and nothing more.'
'So you think. Wait till she has been fed a little and freed from fear. That fair type recovers itself very quickly. You won't know her in a week or two, when that abject fear has died out of her eyes. She'll be too happy and smiling for my purposes.'
'But surely you're taking her out of charity?—to please me?'
'I am not in the habit of playing with hot coals to please anybody. She has been sent from heaven, as I may have remarked before, to help me with my Melancolia.'
'Never heard a word about the lady before.'
'What's the use of having a friend, if you must sling your notions at him in words? You ought to
