'I?' abstractedly. 'W—why, Masters?'
'Well, it might easily have been, you know. A man meets so many when he travels much.'
'Oh!' with a short laugh; 'and I, you fancy, have travelled much?'
'Why, Lossing, the fact in your case is evident—in your manner, speech, everything.' And I went back to Voisin, and his audacity in addressing Miss Jenrys, finishing by calling him a 'fortune-hunting adventurer.'
Lossing pulled off his cap, and perching it upon his knee, turned his fair head to look up and down the water-way, and then faced me squarely.
'Masters, that's precisely what the fellow called me.'
'Nonsense!' I said sharply.
'And isn't it true?'
'Not in my eyes.'
He was silent for a time, then: