A Rogue's Life HTML version
In the first place, there was the chance that Alicia might find some secret means
of communicating with me if I remained where I was. In the second place, the
doctor would, in all probability, have occasion to write to his daughter, or would
be likely to receive letters from her; and, if I quieted all suspicion on my account,
by docile behavior, and kept my eyes sharply on the lookout, I might find
opportunities of surprising the secrets of his writing-desk. I felt that I need be
under no restraints of honor with a man who was keeping me a prisoner, and
who had made an accomplice of me by threatening my life. Accordingly, while
resolving to show outwardly an amiable submission to my fate, I determined at
the same time to keep secretly on the watch, and to take the very first chance of
outwitting Doctor Dulcifer that might happen to present itself. When we next met I
was perfectly civil to him. He was too well-bred a man not to match me on the
common ground of courtesy.
"Permit me to congratulate you," he said, "on the improvement in your manner
and appearance. You are beginning well, Francis. Go on as you have begun."