Mr. Thaddeus Sholto looked from one to the other of us with an obvious pride at the effect which his story had produced, and then continued between the puffs of his overgrown pipe.
Mr. Thaddeus Sholto keek ons beurtelings aan met welgevallen, wegens den indruk dien zijn verhaal op ons gemaakt had, en hulde zich voortdurend in de rookwolken uit zijn pijp.