human
Ssh! Annesley whispered.
gpt
We mustn't wake Mrs. Ellsworth, or she'll run to the front door in her dressing gown and call 'Police!' She's old, but her ears are sharp as a cat's. She can almost hear one _thinking_. But I'm glad she can't quite. How frightful if she could!
human
Nothing about her need be frightful to you any more, said the man.
gpt
You have saved me. Soon it will be my turn to rescue you.
human
I haven't saved you yet, the girl reminded him.
gpt
That Mr. and Mrs. Nelson Smith have gone to their room, the man finished her sentence. His eyes beamed love and gratitude, a glorious reward.
human
You're wonderful! You forget nothing that can help. Do you know, your trust, your faith in me, in spite of appearances, are the best things that have come into my life? You call those fellows 'hateful creatures,' because they're my enemies. Yet, for all you know, _they_ may be injured innocents and I the 'hateful' one. This may be my way of getting into a rich old woman's house to steal her jewels and money--making you a cat's paw.
gpt
Don't! Annesley cut him short.
human
I can't bear to hear you say such things. I trust you because--surely a woman can tell by instinct which men to trust. I don't need proof.
gpt
By Jove! he exclaimed, his eyes fixed upon her face.
human
You are the kind of girl whose faith could turn Lucifer back from devil into archangel. I--you're a million times too good for me. I didn't even _want_ to meet a white saint like you. But now I have met you, nothing on earth is going to make me give you up, if you'll stand by me. I'm unworthy, and I don't expect to be much better. But there's one thing: I can give you a gayer life than here. Perhaps I can even make you happy, if you don't ask for a saint to match yourself. You shall have my love and worship, and I'll be true as steel----
gpt
Oh, listen! Annesley broke in.
human
Don't you hear a sound?
gpt
Yes, he said.
human
A door creaked somewhere.
gpt
Mrs. Ellsworth's bedroom door. What shall we do? There's just the short passage at the back, and then she'll be at the baize door that opens into the front corridor. Quick! You, not I, must go upstairs--to that second-floor front room I spoke of. Hurry! Before she gets to the swing door----