CHAPTER XVIII.
THE ENCOUNTER.
Just before August came out of the door of Julia's room he had heard Humphreys enter his room on the opposite side of the hall.

Humphreys had lighted his cigar and was on his way to the porch to smoke off his discomfiture when he met August coming out of Julia's door on the opposite side of the hall.

The candle in Humphreys's room threw its light full on August's face, there was no escape from recognition, and Wehle was too proud to retreat.

He shut the door of Julia's room and stood with back against the wall staring at Humphreys, who did not forget to smile in his most aggravating way.
"Thief! thief!" called Humphreys.
In a moment Mrs.Anderson and Julia ran up the stairs, followed by Mr.
Anderson, who hearing the outcry had left the matter of the Apocalypse unsettled, and by Jonas and Cynthy Ann, who had just arrived.
"I knew it," cried Mrs.Anderson, turning on the mortified Julia, "I never knew a Dutchman nor a foreigner of any sort that wouldn't steal.
Now you see what you get by taking a fancy to a Dutchman.

And now _you_ see"-- to her husband--"what _you_ get by taking a Dutchman into your house.