'Yes, Sir Piers,' said Falconer, taking up his hat, which he relinquished.
'By the way, it has never occurred to me to ask you fully and distinctly who you are—but now I seem to have some right to do so?' said Sir Piers, as all Hew's promptings came to memory.
'Who I am?' exclaimed Falconer, partially cresting up his head, yet colouring too evidently with mental pain, as the keen eyes of his questioner could see.
'Yes, sir.'
'I am, as you know, Captain Cecil Falconer, of the Cameronian regiment,' he replied, somewhat haughtily.
'Anything more?'
'In what way?'
'Family—antecedents. The devil! do you think that I would permit a nameless stranger to address Miss Montgomerie as you have done?'
'I am not rich, certainly—the reverse rather.'
'I don't care an anna for that, as we say in India; but as regards family——'