"That's Belleville's shanty," observed the Captain, pointing to a neighbouring tent. "I don't like the fellow, do you?"
"I don't know him."
"He's a spook-hunter like Sir Robert."
"Ah!"
"The beggar is in love with Miss Ottley."
"Oh!"
"He had the impudence to tell her to her face one day that she would never marry me. He declared that it was written—by spooks, I suppose. One of these days I'll have to break his head for him. But he is not a man you can easily quarrel with. You simply can't insult him. He comes up smiling every time."
"An unpleasant person."
"A bounder," said the Captain with intense conviction. "Lord, how hot it is!"