‘But you’ve nothing to go by,’ he said. ‘Why guess at this rascal more than another?’
Gower quoted Mrs. Rundles and the ostler for witnesses to Kit’s visit yesterday to the Royal Sovereign, though Kit shunned the bar of the Esslemont Arms.
‘I guess pretty clearly, because I suspect he was hanging about and saw me and Madge together.’
‘Consolations for failures in town?—by the way, you are complimented, and I don’t think you deserved it. However, there was just the chance to stop a run to perdition. But, Madge? Madge? I’d swear to the girl!’
‘Not so hard as I,’ said Gower, and spoke of the oath to come between the girl and him.
Fleetwood’s dive into the girl’s eyes drew her before him. He checked a spirt of exclamations.
‘You fancy the brute had a crack for revenge and mistook his man?’
‘That’s what I want her ladyship to know,’ said Gower.
‘How could you let her hear of it?’
‘Nothing can be concealed from her.’