I pass for a tramp." There was a terrible earnestness in the simple statement, which did more to make Mary Goddard realise her husband's position than anything else could have done.

To people who live in the country the word "tramp" means so much.
"Poor Walter!" said Mrs.Goddard softly, and for the first time since she had seen him the tears stood in her eyes.
"Don't waste your pity on me," he answered.

"Let me be off." There was half a loaf and some cheese left upon the table.

Mrs.Goddard put them together and offered them to him.
"You had better take it," she said.

He took the food readily enough and hid it under his frock.