Luckworth Crewe was his name.

Nancy had come to know him at the house of Mrs.Peachey, where from time to time she had met various people unrecognised in her own home.

His tongue bewrayed him for a native of some northern county; his manner had no polish, but a genuine heartiness which would have atoned for many defects.

Horace, who also knew him, offered a friendly greeting; but Samuel Barmby, when the voice caught his ear, regarded this intruder with cold surprise.
'May I walk on with you ?' Crewe asked, when he saw that Miss.

Lord felt no distaste for his company.
Nancy deigned not even a glance at her nominal protector.
'If you are going our way,' she replied.
Barmby, his dignity unobserved, strode on with Miss.