"And to your father."
The two would have taken seats beside each other had there been an opportunity, but when they entered the car the best they could do was to take outside seats, one directly behind the other.
Miss Dearborn's seat companion was a young man of about thirty, with a complexion preternaturally pale, the pallor being heightened by his intensely black hair and mustache.
He was well dressed, and on the middle finger of his right hand he wore a cameo ring, which was apparently of considerable value.
When Grace Dearborn was holding her colloquy with Paul, the young man glanced from behind the paper he was reading, and took notice of the well-filled purse which she displayed.
There was a covetous glitter in his eyes, which could hardly have been expected from one whose appearance seemed to indicate that he was in easy circumstances.
He noticed also that Grace replaced the purse in a pocket on the side nearest to him.
"I must have that purse," said Luke Denton to himself.
I may as well say that Denton, originally of good family, had so given himself up to evil courses that he had been disowned by his relatives, and was reduced to making a living by preying upon the community.
In fact, he was an unscrupulous adventurer, and not above being a thief.