"I'll take you by our governor's house. You know—you know—don't ye, Dahly, know we been suspecting his nephew? 'cause we saw him with you at the theatre.
"I didn't suspect. I knew he found you there by chance, somehow. And I noticed your dress there. No wonder your husband's poor. He wanted to make you cut a figure as one of the handsomes, and that's as ruinous as cabs—ha! ha!"
Anthony laughed, but did not reveal what had struck him.
"Sir William Blancove's house is a first-rater. I've been in it. He lives in the library. All the other rooms—enter 'em, and if 'taint like a sort of, a social sepulchre! Dashed if he can get his son to live with him; though they're friends, and his son'll get all the money, and go into Parliament, and cut a shine, never fear.
"By the way, I've seen Robert, too. He called on me at the Bank. Asked after you.
"'Seen her?' says he.
"'No,' I says.
"'Ever see Mr. Edward Blancove here?' he says.
"I told him, I'd heard say, Mr. Edward was Continentalling. And then Robert goes off. His opinion is you ain't in England; 'cause a policeman he spoke to can't find you nowhere.
"'Come," says I, 'let's keep our detectives to catch thieves, and not go distracting of 'em about a parcel o' women.'