Then, it may be, she thought that
if necessity demanded this lover-like pose, she ought to redeem its
literalness by conversation.
"Who is your Arab friend who speaks French so well?" she asked. "It
_was_ French I heard, was it not? And how in the world did you manage
to find out where I was taken to?"
"You must thank our companion for that. I happened to meet Stump near
the telegraph-office, and we saw a disturbance in the main street near
the hotel. We hurried up, little imagining that it affected you, and
several precious minutes elapsed before we discovered that you were
missing. Mr. Fenshawe--"
"Ah, poor, darling grandad! I hardly dare ask you how he bore it. I
grieved more for him than for myself. You see, I knew it was all a
wretched mistake. Those horrid men meant to carry off Mrs. Haxton."
"I gathered as much from what Mr. Fenshawe said. Of course, he was very
greatly distressed, but, if matters go well with us now, you will be
restored to him in another hour."
"I have no fear of anything when you are near, Mr.
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