"A few moments ago you said that our angles of vision were not the
same; I begin to believe it. As for me, I think it's simply immense to
find myself in the same boat with you."
"I wish you _had_ been an anarchist, or a performer in a dime-museum."
"You might now be alone here. But, pardon me; surely you do not lack
the full allotment of the adventurous spirit! It was all amusing
enough to come here under false pretenses."
"But I had not reckoned on any one's losing jewels."
"No more had I."
"Proceed. I have the courage to trust to your guidance."
"I would that it might be always!"--with a burst of sentiment that was
not wholly feigned.
"Let us be on,"--imperatively. "I shall not only catch my death of
cold, but I shall be horribly compromised."
"My dear young lady, on the word of a gentleman, I will do the best I
can to get you out of this cellar. If I have jested a little, it was
only in the effort to give you courage; for I haven't the slightest
idea how we are going to get out of this dismal hole."
We went on. We couldn't see half a dozen feet in front of us. The
gloom beyond the dozen feet was Stygian and menacing. And the great
grim shadows that crept behind us as we proceeded! Once the girl
stumbled and fell against me.
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