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Burton spoke in his most charming manner. He might have been a man of means and position. To look at him one assumed that money was probably the last thing he thought of. He stood with his hands behind him, admiring the beauty of the evening, and puffing a cigar, with a sense of exquisite enjoyment. Adela had forgotten her companion; she was so staggered by Burton's audacity as to think of nothing else. It was the height of folly to put his head in the lion's mouth. Adela knew that Burton had to thank Mark Callader for his recent peril, and here he was deliberately settling down under the very walls of Callader Castle. It could not be a coincidence, because Burton had told her that he knew all about Callader, and that the house had been open to him in his younger days.
"You must be mad," she exclaimed, "mad!"