languidly looking at them and admiring them all the time he was speaking to me.
“A thousand thanks and a thousand excuses. Do you like coins? Yes. So glad we have another taste in common besides our taste for Art. Now, about the pecuniary arrangements between us—do tell me—are they satisfactory?”
“Most satisfactory, Mr. Fairlie.”
“So glad. And—what next? Ah! I remember. Yes. In reference to the consideration which you are good enough to accept for giving me the benefit of your accomplishments
her—called, at last, but not loudly enough to attract the driver’s attention. The sound of the wheels grew fainter in the distance—the cab melted into the black shadows on the road— the woman in white was gone.
Ten minutes or more had passed. I was still on the same side of the way; now mechanically