This evening a pretty young lady--yes, a LADY--come and inquired for him in my bar, and I was struck all of a heap to see such a creature in such a place, all frightened out of her wits.

So I showed her through in a minute, and up stairs to where my wife sits, and she waited there till he come in.

And she hadn't been gone ten minutes when you come." The Major swore aloud, without equivocation or disguise.

"Ah," he said, "if I had not met Barton! Pray, Trotter, have you any idea where Hawker lives ?" "Not the least in the world, further than it's somewhere Hampstead way.
That's a thing he evidently don't want known." "Do you think it likely that he and that young lady live in the same house?
I need not disguise from you that I am come after her, to endeavour to get her back to her family." "I know they don't live in the same house," said Trotter, "because I heard her say, to-night, before she went away, 'Do look round, George,' she says, 'at my house, for ten minutes, before you go home.'" "You have done me a great kindness," said the Major, "in what you have told me.

I don't know how to thank you." "It's only one," said the prize-fighter, "in return for a many you done me; and you are welcome to it, sir.