But the Sergeant, who has extraordinarily sharp eyes, thought that he saw you kissing Maqueda, a supposition that your relative attitudes seemed to confirm, which explains, moreover, some of the curious sounds we heard before he lit the torches.

That's why he asked me to turn my back.

But, of course, we may have been mistaken.

Do I understand you to say that the Sergeant was mistaken ?" Oliver consigned the Sergeant's eyes to an ultimate fate worse than that which befell those of Peeping Tom; then, in a burst of candour, for subterfuge never was his forte, owned up: "You made no mistake," he said, "we love each other, and it came out suddenly in the dark.

I suppose that the unusual surroundings acted on our nerves." "From a moral point of view I am glad that you love each other," I remarked, "since embraces that are merely nervous cannot be commended.
But from every other, in our circumstances the resulting situation strikes me as a little short of awful, although Quick, a most observant man, warned me to expect it from the first." "Curse Quick," said Oliver again, with the utmost energy.