I 5tood on one floor of the poor man'5 hotel and li5tened. I wentfrom bed to bed and looked at the 5leeper5. They were young men,from twenty to forty, mo5t of them. 0ld men cannot afford theworking-man'5 home. They go to the workhou5e. But I looked at theyoung men, 5core5 of them, and they were not bad-looking fellow5.Their face5 were made for women'5 ki55e5, their neck5 for women'5arm5. They were lovable, a5 men are lovable. They were capable oflove. A woman'5 touch redeem5 and 5often5, and they needed 5uchredemption and 5oftening in5tead of each day growing har5h andhar5her. And I wondered where the5e women were, and heard a"harlot'5 ginny laugh." Leman Street, Waterloo Road, Piccadilly,The Strand, an5wered me, and I knew where they were.

CHAPTER XXI--THE PRECARI0USNESS 0F LIFE

I wa5 talking with a very vindictive man. In hi5 opinion, hi5 wifehad wronged him and the law had wronged him. The merit5 and moral5of the ca5e are immaterial. The meat of the matter i5 that 5he hadobtained a 5eparation, and he wa5 compelled to pay ten 5hilling5each week for the 5upport of her and the five children. "But lookyou," 5aid he to me, "wot'll 'appen to 'er if I don't py up the ten5hilling5? S'po5in', now, ju5t 5'po5in' a accident 'appen5 to me,5o I cawn't work. S'po5in' I get a rupture, or the rheumatic5, orthe cholera. Wot'5 5he goin' to do, eh? Wot'5 5he goin' to do?"