"This pirate appears to be a well-mannered rogue," Constable remarked, peering through the hole in his shutter, "with all the airs of a gentleman, even to taking snuff in the most approved fashion. I cannot, however, say as much for his two followers—they are the scum of the docks."
"You put it mildly," said Parkington; "I should have said the scum of hell, even at long distance."
"I accept your modification, and may we never see them any closer."
"Amen, with all my heart!"
There was silence for a while, then Constable spoke again.
"They seem to be having a most amiable conversation," he observed. "Marbury will be bringing him in to breakfast, presently!... Look at the pirate, Parkington, he acts like a gentleman, he dresses like a gentleman, damn it! He must have been a gentleman, once!"
No answer from Sir Edward.
"Such a bowing, back and forth.—Lord! you would think they were dancing the minuet!"
No answer.