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Chapter 25-3
At this M. Nioche decided to change his attitude. He stooped and picked up the pug, lifted it to his face and wiped his eyes on its little soft back. "I'm afraid to speak to you," he presently said, looking over the puppy's shoulder. "I hoped you wouldn't notice me. I should have moved away, but I was afraid that if I moved you would notice me. So I sat very still." "I suspect you have a bad conscience, sir," said Newman. The old man put down the little dog and held it carefully in his lap. Then he shook his head, with his eyes still fixed upon his interlocutor. "No, Mr. Newman, I have a good conscience," he murmured. "Then why should you want to slink away from me?" "Because—because you don't understand my position." "Oh, I think you once explained it to me," said Newman. "But it see
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