"I BEG your pardon," and with a smile and a touch of his hat, Harry Edmond handed to an old man, against whom he had accidentally stumbled, the cane, which he had knocked from his hand. "I hope I did not hurt you. We were playing too roughly."

"Not a bit! Not a bit!" said the old man cheerily. "Boys will be boys, and it's best they should be. You didn't harm me."

"I am glad to hear it;" and lifting his hat again, Harry turned to join the playmate with whom he had been frolicking at the time of the accident.

"What do you raise your hat to that old fellow for?" asked his companion, Charley Gray.

"He's only Giles, the huckster."

"That makes no difference," said Harry. 

"The question is not whether he is a gentleman, but whether I am one; and no true gentleman will be less polite to a man because he wears a shabby coat, or hawks vegetables through the streets, instead of sitting in a counting-house." Which was right?