"She is a Portuguese girl," answered Alice, "with black eyes and beautiful black hair. She is very handsome and can talk Portuguese, French, and Spanish. She held a certain line of custom on this account. Do you know her?"
"No," replied Quincy, "but I think I know Dr. Culver."
"What kind of a looking man is he?" asked Alice.
"Oh! he is tall and heavily built, with large bright blue eyes and tawny hair," said Quincy.
"I like such marked contrasts in husband and wife," remarked Alice.
"So do I," said Quincy, looking at himself in a looking glass which hung opposite, and then at Alice; "but how about Miss White's picture?"
"Can I trouble you to get one?" said Alice.
"No trouble at all," replied Quincy; but he went up the stairs this time one step at a time. He was deliberating whether he should return that picture that was in his coat pocket or keep it until the original should be his own. He entered the room, took another picture and another envelope and came slowly downstairs. His crime at first had been unpremeditated, but his persistence was deliberate felony.
"Now there are four left," said Alice, as Quincy entered the room.
"Just four," he replied. "I counted them to make sure." He sat at the table and wrote. "Will this do?" he asked: "Miss Bessie White, care of Borden, Waitt, & Fisher, Boston, Mass.?"