Once more they looked at each other, but without change of countenance.
Tickets were collected, for there would be no stoppage before Birmingham: then the door slammed, and the two men were alone together.
Two or three minutes after the train had started, the elder man leaned forward, moved slightly, and spoke.
"Excuse me, I think your name must be Hilliard." "What then ?" was the brusque reply.
"You don't remember me ?" "Scoundrels are common enough," returned the other, crossing his legs, "but I remember you for all that." The insult was thrown out with a peculiarly reckless air; it astounded the hearer, who sat for an instant with staring eyes and lips apart; then the blood rushed to his cheeks.
"If I hadn't just about twice your muscle, my lad," he answered angrily, "I'd make you repent that, and be more careful with your tongue in future.

Now, mind what you say! We've a quiet quarter of an hour before us, and I might alter my mind." The young man laughed contemptuously.

He was tall, but slightly built, and had delicate hands.
"So you've turned out a blackguard, have you ?" pursued his companion, whose name was Dengate.

"I heard something about that." "From whom ?" "You drink, I am told.

I suppose that's your condition now." "Well, no; not just now," answered Hilliard.