At ten o'clock Theron, loitering near the bookstall in the corridor, saw Father Forbes come downstairs, pass out through the big front doors, get into a carriage, and drive away.
This relieved him of a certain sense of responsibility, and he retired to a corner sofa and sat down.
The detective side of him being off duty, so to speak, there was leisure at last for reflection upon the other aspects of his mission.Yes; it was high time for him to consider what he should do next.
It was easier to recognize this fact, however, than to act upon it.His mind was full of tricksy devices for eluding this task of serious thought which he sought to impose upon it.It seemed so much pleasanter not to think at all--but just to drift.He found himself watching with envy the men who, as they came out from their breakfast, walked over to the bookstall, and bought cigars from the row of boxes nestling there among the newspaper piles.
They had such evident delight in the work of selection;they took off the ends of the cigars so carefully, and lighted them with such meditative attention,--he could see that he was wofully handicapped by not knowing how to smoke.He had had the most wonderful breakfast of his life, but even in the consciousness of comfortable repletion which pervaded his being, there was an obstinate sense of something lacking.
No doubt a good cigar was the thing needed to round out the perfection of such a breakfast.He half rose once, fired by a sudden resolution to go over and get one.
But of course that was nonsense; it would only make him sick.He sat down, and determinedly set himself to thinking.
The effort finally brought fruit--and of a kind which gave him a very unhappy quarter of an hour.The lover part of him was uppermost now, insistently exposing all its raw surfaces to the stings and scalds of jealousy.
Up to this moment, his brain had always evaded the direct question of how he and the priest relatively stood in Celia's estimation.It forced itself remorselessly upon him now; and his thoughts, so far from shirking the subject, seemed to rise up to meet it.It was extremely unpleasant, all this.