I wanted to work at the first thing that appealed to me.

I had no particular fancy for tailoring--you get bowlegged in time!"-- the old spirit was fighting with the new--"but here you were at work, and there I was idle, and I had been ill, and some one who wasn't responsible for me--a stranger-worked for me and cared for me.

Wasn't it natural, when you were playing the devil with yourself, that I should step in and give you a hand?
You've been better since--isn't that so ?" The tailor did not answer.
"But I can't go on as we are, though I want only enough to keep me going," Charley continued.
"And if I don't give you what you want, you'll leave ?" "No.

I'm never going to leave you.

I'm going to stay here, for you'll never get another man so cheap; and it suits me to stay--you need some one to look after you." A curious soft look suddenly flashed into the tailor's eyes.
"Will you take on the business after I'm gone ?" he asked at last.