"Lahst Sunday nearly won I the big prize. I 'ad h'all but three
numbers."

"Lottery ticket, eh?"

"H'eight! H'eight chawnces in all," the negro sighed. "But dreams
is false, sar."

"So I've heard. Well, it seems we're in the same boat this
beautiful evening. I have no place to sleep, either."

"You are humbugging me."

"No, I'm flat broke."

"Oh, chot me true, mon."

"I am chatting you true. I'm an outcast of fortune like yourself."

"Such talk! You make I laugh this house."

"What?"

"You make I laugh," repeated the other in a broad Devonshire
dialect. "Praise God, you h'appear like a gentleman."

"I trust this little experience will not permanently affect my
social standing. By-the-way, what is your name?"