'Why, you know, Lenville says--' 'I thought I had silenced him effectually,' interrupted Nicholas, reddening.
'Perhaps you have,' rejoined the immovable Mr Folair; 'if you have, he said this before he was silenced: Lenville says that you're a regular stick of an actor, and that it's only the mystery about you that has caused you to go down with the people here, and that Crummles keeps it up for his own sake; though Lenville says he don't believe there's anything at all in it, except your having got into a scrape and run away from somewhere, for doing something or other.' 'Oh!' said Nicholas, forcing a smile.
'That's a part of what he says,' added Mr Folair.

'I mention it as the friend of both parties, and in strict confidence.

I don't agree with him, you know.

He says he takes Digby to be more knave than fool; and old Fluggers, who does the heavy business you know, HE says that when he delivered messages at Covent Garden the season before last, there used to be a pickpocket hovering about the coach-stand who had exactly the face of Digby; though, as he very properly says, Digby may not be the same, but only his brother, or some near relation.' 'Oh!' cried Nicholas again.
'Yes,' said Mr Folair, with undisturbed calmness, 'that's what they say.
I thought I'd tell you, because really you ought to know.

Oh! here's this blessed phenomenon at last.