It’s—it’s a social difference. “I am afraid,” she said, “that he must have a skeleton key to these rooms. How can he help you?” She threw such a look upon him that even he, Sir John Ferringhall, carpetmerchant, hide-bound Englishman, slow-witted, pompous, deliberate, felt his heart beat to music. ‘Well, this maid,’ went on Kimble eagerly, ‘and me, we gets to talking, see, and that’s how I knew he were off to this party. She wished she could steal his smiles and keep them in a box, they had always been so precious. “But, how,” he said, sitting up astonished beyond measure, “not go on?” “I have been thinking while you have been talking. He was keen to get to work, but the inspiration would not come. She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard.
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