The Widgett method of thought puzzled her weakly rhetorical
mind. “She saw the castle and was delighted, so she told
Farhat that if he built another one, a better one, that they
would be married. We were to have breakfast there and return in the evening. "
"Humph!" exclaimed Wild. "Jack's a desperate
fellow, and is always well armed; besides, he has a comrade with him. Aware that he should incur the
thief-taker's bitterest animosity by what he had done, the watchman, whose
wrath against Quilt Arnold had evaporated during the walk, thought it more
prudent not to hazard a meeting with his master, till the storm had, in some
measure, blown over. Widgett was a journalist and art critic, addicted to a
greenish-gray tweed suit and “art” brown ties; he smoked corncob pipes in the
Avenue on Sunday morning, travelled third class to London by unusual trains,
and openly despised golf. She winked at him as he shut the door. But in its stead—toward
morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime,
appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the
poet and the novelist in him. ‘How could I know that it is you?’ She peered at him in the darkness. Then a servant girl brought in a telegram.
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