The greater part of your time is spent among desperate men who are without hope, and to whom even their own shadows are a constant menace.

I wonder that you still manage to retain your kind heart." "But how do you know that my heart is kind ?" I inquired.
"If for no other reason, simply because you have taken up my uncle's case," she answered.

"Do you think when he was so rude to you just now, that I could not see that you pitied him, and for that reason you forbore to take advantage of your power?
I know you have a kind heart." "And you find it difficult to assimilate that kind heart with the remorseless detective of Public Life ?" "I find it difficult to recognize in you the man who, on a certain notable occasion, went into a thieves' den in Chicago unaccompanied, and after a terrible struggle in which you nearly lost your life, succeeded in effecting the arrest of a notorious murderer." At that moment the gong in the hall sounded for lunch, and I was by no means sorry for the interruption.

We found Kitwater and Codd awaiting our coming in the dining-room, and we thereupon sat down to the meal.
When we left the room again, we sat in the garden and smoked, and later in the afternoon, my hostess conducted me over her estate, showed me her vineries, introduced me to her two sleek Jerseys, who had their home in the meadow I had seen from the window; to her poultry, pigs, and the pigeons who came fluttering about her, confident that they would come to no harm.

Meanwhile her uncle had resumed his restless pacing up and down the path on which I had first seen him, Codd had returned to his archaeological studies, and I was alone with Miss Kitwater.