No More Learning

What kind of man? "
"I know him: he's all right. A man's a man.
Separate beds of course you understand. "
The night clerk blinked his eyes and dared him on.
"Who's that man sleeping in the office chair?
Has he had the refusal of my chance? "
"He was afraid of being robbed or murdered.
What do you say? "
"I'll have to have a bed. "
The night clerk led him up three flights of stairs
And down a narrow passage full of doors,
At the last one of which he knocked and entered.
"Lafe, here's a fellow wants to share your room. "
"Show him this way. I'm not afraid of him.
I'm not so drunk I can't take care of myself.
"
The night clerk clapped a bedstead on the foot.
"This will be yours. Good-night," he said, and went.
"Lafe was the name, I think? "
"Yes, Layfayette.
You got it the first time. And yours? "
"Magoon.
Doctor Magoon. "
"A Doctor? "
"Well, a teacher. "
"Professor Square-the-circle-till-you're-tired?
Hold on, there's something I don't think of now
That I had on my mind to ask the first
Man that knew anything I happened in with.
I'll ask you later--don't let me forget it. "
The Doctor looked at Lafe and looked away.
A man?