The clocks were striking seven as he entered the hack and made himself comfortable.
Along the wide pavement hundreds were still hurrying, although the swarms from all the great stores had long since passed by.
Presently from out the building the artist came. He looked worried, and well he might.
When a man sets out to steal another man’s wife he risks a great deal.
It must weigh upon his mind, even the personal danger involved, though his conscience be free.
Darrell recognized this fact, and did not wonder at the look of anxiety he saw upon the countenance of the artist.
The latter looked up and down the street ere catching sight of the hack at the curb. Then a smile came upon his face.
He walked up to the driver, spoke a few words, frowned when the other mentioned having another passenger, saw no other vehicle in sight that he could engage, glanced in at the seeming old man, and then, grumbling, entered.
“I trust I have not inconvenienced you, sir,” remarked the old gentleman, anxiously.
“Not at all, not at all,” replied the artist courteously, though his manner had belied his words.