Chapter 18: The Man Who Loved Pilar

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​⁠When Ropes had gone to send a telegram to Paris, Dick and I talked the matter over from so many points of view, that Colonel O’Donnel apparently went to sleep. It was only when I burst into vituperation against Carmona, that the excellent man suddenly showed signs of life.

“I’ve been thinking,” said he, and I found myself cheering up at the statement; for I had noticed that, though the Cherub often