A Rogue's Life
As the latter alternative practically resolved itself into the simple question of
whether I should act like a man who was in love, or like a man who was not, my
natural instincts settled the difficulty in no time. I boldly imitated the example of
my fellow-passengers, and went in to dinner, determined to go on afterward to
Crickgelly, though all Bow Street should be following at my heels.