She looked only at her acquaintance.
His face was swollen and his eyes bloodshot, but he still wore the air of easy and patient good-humor.

She said, standing on the shore, "Could I speak to you a minute ?" "Certainly, ma'am," replies he, lifting his dingy straw hat with gaudy, stained band.

He came down the broad plank to the shore.
"Why, what's the matter ?" This in a sympathetic tone.
"Will you lend me two dollars and take me along to work it out ?" she asked.
He eyed her keenly.

"For the hotel bill ?" he inquired, the cigar tucked away in the corner of his mouth.
She nodded.
"He didn't show up ?" "He broke his leg." "Oh!" The tone was politely sympathetic, but incredulous.

He eyed her critically, thoughtfully.