“Let’s start for the station, then.”
They went out, and on the way Nick asked:
“Dinsmore, do you know anybody in Manchester whose name is Cecil West?”
“Slightly,” replied Dinsmore. “Friend of yours?”
“No, I never saw him. What sort of a man is he?”
“Tiptop, from all I hear. Not rich, you know, but honest and industrious. First-rate fellow, every way. By the way, he’s in love with the governor’s daughter, Estelle.”
“So?”
“Yes, and the old man won’t have him. He’s sent the girl away, so as to keep them from meeting.”
“The governor sent his daughter away, did he?”