"How is it lost?" he asked, when the shock allowed him to speak.
"Oh! in those American securities, and in unlucky speculations. I was not clever enough for the Yankees, you see."
"What was my uncle saying about Hopper? I did not understand him."
"He says that Hopper's saved; whereas I had thought he was drowned."
"I meant, sir, about his worrying you. But he did not say Hopper was saved; only that he might be."
"Raymond, as surely as that I see those trees around us, so surely do I see that the man's saved."
"And what if he is?"
"Why, he has it in his power to do me injury."
"Of what nature, sir?"
Mr. Trace looked upwards, as if searching, for an answer. It was a remarkably bright night, and the moonbeams sent a radiance on the glass of the spectacles. "He says I owe him money, Raymond; he might pursue me for it, I suppose, in this country, and give me a world of trouble. Do you recollect him?"