They were passing a lamp-post, and, attracted by the utterance of his name, Mr. Fewster stopped and said,--
"How do you know my name?"
"I know it; that is enough," was the answer.
"Ah!" said Mr. Fewster, regarding the Lascar with curiosity and recognizing him, "I have seen you before, my man."
"That is not saying much against me, master," said the Lascar, rather sneeringly. "I have seen you before; so we're equal.
"And whenever I have seen you, it has been in this street," continued Mr. Fewster.
"And pretty well whenever I have seen you, it has been in this street," retorted the Lascar; "you seem to be as fond of it as I am."
"And generally of a night."
"The same to you master; and what then? The street is free to me as it is to you. Look you. I know more than you are aware of. If it comes to that, why do you go so often to that house?" The sudden look of discomposure that flashed into Mr. Fewster's face was not lost upon the Lascar, who had seen him walking by Ellen's side more than once, and who had stealthily followed them on every occasion. "Look you, master. What one man does for love, another man does for hate."
"Hate of whom? What do you mean?"