“May I ask the name of the gentleman whom I have the honor to resemble? I hardly think, Miss Lawless, we will turn out to be relatives, as I have not one in the wide world,” said Captain Reginald, with something like a cloud settling on his dark face.
“My name is Raymond Germaine,” said Ray, coldly.
“Germaine!” exclaimed the smuggler, starting suddenly and paling slightly, “did you say Germaine?”
“Yes, sir; what is there extraordinary in that?” asked Ray, whose arm still encircled Pet.
Captain Reginald did not reply, but paced abruptly up and down the floor for a few moments. All were gazing at him in surprise; but there was fierce suspicion in the dusky depths of Marguerite’s black eyes.
He came back at last, and resuming his former posture, said, but no longer in his cold, sarcastic tone:
“I once knew a person of that name, and its utterance recalled strange memories. It is not a very common name here—may I ask if you belong to this place?”
“No; I am English by birth, but I have lived here since a child.”
“English!”
He started wildly again, and this time looked at the young man in a sort of terror.