He will hold on until the end.
He fears John Craig has penetrated his schemes, and this makes him assume a dogged air.

Evidently he still clings to hope of ultimate success.
As for Craig, he is undecided whether to call Sir Lionel a fool or a knave, and is rapidly drifting to a belief that the Briton may be a composite of both.
They have much to see in Algiers.

Mosques, bazaars, and the remarkable features that cluster about this famous resort.

A thousand and one things unite to charm a traveler who strikes Algiers in the winter time, and they usually go hence with many regrets, and memories that will never fade.
John watches his chance to speak to the girl at his side.

He feels that the time has come when he must tell her what he has in his heart--that he loves her.
If she gives him his _conge_, he will go his way and try to forget; but he has hopes of a different answer; eye speaks to eye, and there is a language of the heart that needs not lips to proclaim it, a secret telegraphy that brings together those who love.