ATthecornerofTwenty-sixthStreetamanputhimselfsquarelyacrossherpath。Shewasattractedbythetwinkleinhisgood-naturedeyes。Hewasayoungishman，hadthestoutnessofindulgenceinafondnessforeatinganddrinking——butthestoutnesswasstillwellwithintheboundsofdecency。Hisclothingboreoutthesuggestionofhisself-assuredwayofstoppingher——thesuggestionofaconfidence-givingprosperity。
“Youlookasifyouneededadrink，too，“saidhe。“Howaboutit，ladywiththelovelyfeet？“
Forthefirsttimeinherlifeshewasfeelingonanequalitywithman。Shegavehimthesamecandidlymeasuringglancethatmangivesman。Shesawgood-nature，audacitywithoutimpudence——atleastnotthecommonsortofimpudence。Shesmiledmerrily，gladofthechancetoshowherdelightthatshewasoncemorebackincivilizationafterthelongsojournintheprisonworkshopswhereitismanufactured。Shesaid：
“Adrink？Thankyou——yes。”
“That”sasuperiorqualityofsmileyou”vegotthere，“saidhe。