I am cured of my romance.

Of course, when I say bread and cheese, I speak figuratively.

Food is implied.' Evan stole a glance at his companion.
'Besides,' the other continued, with an inflexion of grandeur, 'for a man accustomed to his hunters, it is, you will confess, unpleasant--I speak' hypothetically--to be reduced to his legs to that extent that it strikes him shrewdly he will run them into stumps.' The stranger laughed.
The fair lady of the night illumined his face, like one who recognized a subject.

Evan thought he knew the voice.

A curious struggle therein between native facetiousness and an attempt at dignity, appeared to Evan not unfamiliar; and the egregious failure of ambition and triumph of the instinct, helped him to join, the stranger in his mirth.
'Jack Raikes ?' he said: 'surely ?' 'The man!' it was answered to him.