“Your worst enemy,
“Fanny.”
“My wife absconded! the house ransacked! the servants gone! How is this? What can it mean? Am I dreaming?”
“Dreaming? No, man; you were never more wide awake in all your life,” said a distant voice, with a coarse laugh.
Phillip Redgill recognized the voice.
It was that of Captain Jack.
“You here,” said Phillip, astonished.
“Yes; and why not? Where would you have been if I hadn’t?”
“I don’t understand.”
“I don’t suppose you do. A man that was dead drunk and half crazy last night, mixed up with tilt and point among a dozen or more desperate gallants is not supposed to have very clear brains the morning after. ’Twas lucky we came to your assistance or you wouldn’t be sprawling on the floor as you now are.”
“I don’t understand.”