"If you had bargained with him and beaten him down, it would have been different. But, Horace, you stole it; you admit that you did."
"I took my life in my hands. I think that evened up things."
"No. And you sold it to Mr. Jones?"
"Yes, and Mr. Jones was only too glad to buy it. I told him the facts. He wasn't particularly eager to bring up the ethics of the case. Why, child, what the deuce is a Turk? I shouldn't cry out if some one stole my Bible."
"Good gracious! do you carry one?"
"Well, there's always one on the room-stand in the hotels I patronize."
"I suppose it all depends upon how we look at things."
"That's it. A different pair of spectacles for every pair of eyes."
If only he weren't in love with her! thought the girl. He would then be an amusing comrade. But whenever he met her he quietly pressed his suit. He had never spoken openly of love, for which she was grateful, but his attentions, his little kindnesses, his unobtrusive protection when those other men were at the villa, made the reading between the lines no difficult matter.
"What shall you do if this Mahomed you speak of comes?"