'What young gentleman?' said Hew, sulkily.
'Captain Falconer.'
'Oh! the singing woman's son—dancer, or whatever she was—no; how should I hear of him?'
'A pity—he must be found.'
'Found—for what?' asked Hew, growing pale, as he recalled the event of the ball. 'You'll have to seek him where he has gone.'
'And where is that?'
'The husks and the swine-trough—or the devil.'
'How can you speak so pitilessly?'
'I don't owe him much, I think,' muttered Hew; with an imprecation.
'God knows all you owe him.'