"By transferring to it all regard you may entertain for me," he replied, in a low tone.
"That is impossible," she answered.
"Well, I vote we drive away at once," said Mr. Thorneycroft. "Halloa! jarvey!" he cried, hailing a coach that was passing; adding, as the vehicle stopped, "Now get in, Ebba. By this means we shall avoid being followed by the rascal."
So saying, he got into the coach. As Auriol was about to follow him, he felt a slight touch on his arm, and, turning, beheld a tall and very forbidding man by his side.
"Beg pardin, sir," said the fellow, touching his hat, "but ain't your name Mr. Auriol Darcy?"
"It is," replied Auriol, regarding him fixedly. "Why do you ask?"
"I vants a vord or two vith you in private—that's all, sir," replied the Tinker.
"Say what you have to say at once," rejoined Auriol. "I know nothing of you."
"You'll know me better by-and-by, sir," said the Tinker, in a significant tone. "I must speak to you, and alone."
"If you don't go about your business, fellow, instantly, I'll give you in charge of the police," cried Auriol.