The broken footway is so narrow that when Allan Woodcourt comes to where the woman sits, he has to turn into the road to pass her. Looking down at her face, his eye meets hers, and he stops.
"What is the matter?"
"Nothing, sir."
"Can't you make them hear? Do you want to be let in?"
"I'm waiting till they get up at another house--a lodging-house--not here," the woman patiently returns. "I'm waiting here because there will be sun here presently to warm me."
"I am afraid you are tired. I am sorry to see you sitting in the street."

The broken footway is so narrow that when Allan Woodcourt comes to the woman, he has to turn into the road to pass her. Looking down at her face, his eye meets hers, and he stops.
"What is the matter?"
"Nothing, sir."
"Do you want to be let in?"
"I'm waiting till they get up at another house - a lodging-house - not here," the woman patiently returns.
"I am afraid you are tired. I am sorry to see you sitting in the street."
