"This has come to me, that I know all about it; oh yes, and your Zara!"
"Ho, ho! so it's them confounded gipsies again, is it?"
"Yes, it is. They are back--she is back!"
The constable sat down heavily. He looked anything but comfortable. "What?" he said, nervously; "you don't tell me that Pharaoh Lee's tribe's come back?"
"As if you didn't know, you villain! I went on to the common myself after the funeral. I heard as they were there; and sure enough I saw them; yes, she's come after you."
"Nonsense! Don't I tell you I care nothing for the Zara girl? Ain't I your lawful husband? Ain't I tryin' to get you to Poldew? What's Zara Lovell to me?"
"That's just what I'd like to know. Perhaps Mr. Mayne can tell me something about that. Any way, I'll ask him."
"Better ask the girl herself," sneered Slade. "Wonder you didn't."
"I didn't see her."
"You didn't see her!" repeated Slade, with a sense of relief; "ah, perhaps she ain't there."