“I approve and I admire your spirit.”
She rose as she spoke, and moved towards a side table, where two lighted candles had been placed.
“My motive for talking so barefacedly about myself,” he said, as they moved towards the door together, “was to let you know exactly who I am and why I am here. It was only due to you on accepting your hospitality. I might have been a criminal or an escaped embezzler. There were two on board the steamer coming out, and several other shady characters.”
“Yes,” said the girl; “I saw your motive.”
They were now in the hall, and the aged servant was waiting to show him his room.
CHAPTER XI. A COMPACT
Drifting, slow drifting down a wizard stream.
“No one knows,” Victor Durnovo was in the habit of saying, “what is going on in the middle of Africa.”
And on this principle he acted.