He manages all the lady's private affairs.

He is your man." General Abercromby turned a stony eye upon his host.

"Does Willoughby go there ?" he huskily whispered.
"Never crossed the line! Hawke is far too shy.

You see, Willoughby has not recognized Major Hawke's rank and past services!" "Ah!" said the jealous warrior.

"If Hawke is the man you say he is, I can get the Viceroy to give him a local rank, in two weeks! Send him down with me to Calcutta!" and the gay old would-be lover jingled away on his morning ride.
"This may be my one anchor of safety!" gasped the wondering Johnstone, as Alan Hawke came dashing into the grounds.