“You wouldn’t know, one way or the other,” he answered, with ill-humour.
“Maybe not,” she replied; “but would you call him one?”
“He’s been an officer, and he’s been to America, and he’s been to France. I don’t suppose,” looking round him with currish scorn, “that he’s ever been in such a hole as this!”
“But he’s in hiding. Is he married?”
“Yes.”
She frowned as if the news were unwelcome.
“Ah!” she muttered. And then, “What of the others?”
“Giles and Lunt——”
“Ay.”
“There’s not much they’d stick at,” he replied. “They are low brutes; but they are useful. We’ve to do with all sorts in this business.”