The Painter's Honeymoon

The Painter's Honeymoon
the polish rider
The Sacrifice of Abraham painting
The Three Ages of Woman
Common prudence urged them to retire, and they did so, followed by Phileas Fogg and Sir Francis. They again hid themselves in the wood, and waited till the disturbance, whatever it might be, ceased, holding themselves ready to resume their attempt without delay. But, awkwardly enough, the guards now appeared at the rear of the temple, and there installed themselves, in readiness to prevent a surprise. ¡¡¡¡It would be difficult to describe the disappointment of the party, thus interrupted in their work. They could not now reach the victim; how, then, could they save her? Sir Francis shook his fists, Passepartout was beside himself, and the guide gnashed his teeth with rage.
oil painting The tranquil Fogg waited, without betraying any emotion. ¡¡¡¡"We have nothing to do but to go away," whispered Sir Francis. ¡¡¡¡"Nothing but to go away," echoed the guide. ¡¡¡¡"Stop," said Fogg. "I am only due at Allahabad tomorrow before noon." ¡¡¡¡"But what can you hope to do?" asked Sir Francis. "In a few hours it will be daylight, and--" ¡¡¡¡"The chance which now seems lost may present itself at the last moment." ¡¡¡¡Sir Francis would have liked to read Phileas Fogg's eyes. What was this cool Englishman thinking of? Was he planning to make a rush for the young woman at the very moment of the sacrifice, and boldly snatch her from her executioners?