Gentleman

The villagers called him a gentleman.  Once he taught toddlers. It was during the colonial period.  His beautiful prose and his talent in dramatising the lessons brought him fame.
Now he is sequestered from the society despite his fascinting smile and good manners.  Though old, he is handsome.  Yet people shunned him.
A rumour is that when he was a teacher, he took the children for a tour.  On his way he sold a child to some one. Nobody can say whether it was true or not.  Somehow he lost his job years ago.
He loiters along the street.  If anybody required service like engaging a lawyer for a suit, or something like that, he helped them. 
He was poor.  It was a hand to mouth existence.  By hooks or by crooks, he earned what he wanted for one day.
Once he  wanted to cut his long grey hair.  His purse was scanty. 
"What to do?"
He pondered.
He met a boy near the hair-dresser's shop. He exchanged pleasantries with him. 
The hair-dresser thought that  the boy might be amember of his family.
"Sit here, boy." 
The Gentleman invited the boy to the hair-dresser's shop.  The boy obeyed.
He went inside and had a nice hair-cut.
"Mister, I will come soon.  I want to change my bill in the bank.  The boy is here, Okay?"
Time passed.  After an hour or so, theboy stood up and was leaving.
"Hey, where is your grandpa?"
The hair-dresser asked.
"I don'thave grandpa"
"Then who was that old man?"
"I don't know"
The Gentleman did not turn up to pay for his hair-cut.
The boy left. 
This was the modus operandi of our Gentleman.  He was perfectly gentle!