He looked round, and saw a coarse, handsome, showily-dressed girl, looking intently into his face.

He shook her angrily off.
'You needn't be so proud, Mr.Smith; I've had my hand on the arm of as good as you.

Ah, you needn't start! I know you--I know you, I say, well enough.

You used to be with him.

Where is he ?' 'Whom do you mean ?' 'He!' answered the girl, with a fierce, surprised look, as if there could be no one else in the world.
'Colonel Bracebridge,' whispered Tregarva.
'Ay, he it is! And now walk further off, bloodhound! and let me speak to Mr.Smith.