In an instant he was on his feet, with no attempt to hide his excitement, and still less to mask the emotion that was its real name.
"He knows her, do you tell me?
He knows Mrs.Minchin--" "Or whatever her name is now; yes; so he says." "And what is her name ?" "He won't say." "Nor where she lives ?" "No." "Then where does he live ?" "None of us know that either; he's the darkest horse in the club." Venn agreed with this speaker, some little bitterness in his tone.
Another stood up for Langholm.
"We should be as dark," said he, "if we had married Gayety choristers, and they had left us, and we went in dread of their return!" They sum up the life tragedies pretty pithily, in these clubs.
"He was always a silly ass about women," rejoined Langholm's critic, summing up the man.

"So it's Mrs.Minchin now!" The name acted like magic upon young Severino.

His attention had wandered.

In an instant it was more eager than before.
"If you don't know where he lives in the country," he burst out, "where is he staying in town ?" "We don't know that either." "Then I mean to find out!" And the pale musician rushed from the room, in pursuit of the man who had been all day pursuing him..