We'll talk more of this: I've a fancy for you.

Wait there till I come back.

Now, widow.' She led him out at the door, and into the little garden, where they stopped.
'You are a fit agent,' she said, in a half breathless manner, 'and well represent the man who sent you here.' 'I'll tell him that you said so,' Stagg retorted.

'He has a regard for you, and will respect me the more (if possible) for your praise.

We must have our rights, widow.' 'Rights! Do you know,' she said, 'that a word from me--' 'Why do you stop ?' returned the blind man calmly, after a long pause.
'Do I know that a word from you would place my friend in the last position of the dance of life?
Yes, I do.