"A fellow who hath wasted his patrimony."
"He never betrayed women, I hope?" I responded.
"This fellow left his home on a chestnut horse, the servants not knowing whither he went. My man discovered, however, that he stayed at St. Columb and Wadebridge. From thence he came here."
"Ah, your man hath a good nose for scenting."
"Yes, he traced you here, Roger Trevanion."
"Well, Trevanion is a better name than Penryn—far better than Killigrew."
"It's a bad name for a sneak, a liar."
"Have a care, Otho Killigrew!" I said. "You've mentioned that word twice now."
"Yes, I have," he said slowly. "I may mention it again. What then?"
"Only that I shall make you swallow it."