I would not have drawn the curtain anyway, even if I hadn't been told.

At least, I don't _think_ I would--but perhaps I might--I can't always tell what I'm going to do, you know." Suddenly, the artist remembered finding the studio door open with Conrad Lagrange's key in the lock, and how the novelist had berated himself with such exaggerated vehemence; and, in a flash, came the thought of James Rutlidge's visit, that afternoon, and of his strange manner and insinuating remarks.
"I think I know the name of your good genie," said the painter, facing the girl, seriously.

"But tell me, did no one disturb you while you were in the studio ?" Her cheeks colored painfully, and all the laughter was gone from her voice as she replied, "I didn't want you to know that part." "But I must know," he insisted gravely.
"Yes," she said, "Mr.Rutlidge found me there; and I ran away through the garden.

I don't like him.

He frightens me.