"This is our first secret," she said, as she opened the door.
"And I think you will keep it," he replied, smiling at her.
She looked at him for a moment and rejoined: "Indeed, fellow-criminal! And if you didn't smoke that horrid pipe, what a lovable convict you would make." When she was gone he stood again at the window.

The night was breathing hard.

He spoke to himself with mock concern: "Two hours ago you were simply a fool, but now you are a scoundrel.".