I let him think he might trust me, and he began asking no end of questions about Mr.Elster: whether he went out much, what were his hours for going out, which road he mostly took in his walks, and how he could know him from his brother the earl; he had heard they were alike.

The hound was puzzled; he had seen a dozen swells come out of Hartledon, any one of which might be Mr.Elster; but I found he had the description pretty accurate.

Whilst we were talking, who should come into view but yourself! 'This is him!' cried he.

'Not a bit of it,' said I, carelessly; 'that's my lord.' Now you know, sir, why I saluted you as Lord Hartledon." "Where is he now ?" asked Percival Elster, feeling that he owed his present state of liberty to this lawless man.
Pike pointed to the narrow path in the wood, leading to the high-road.
"I filled him up with the belief that the way beyond this bridge up to Hartledon was private, and he might be taken up for trespassing if he attempted to follow it; so he went off that way to watch the front.

If the fellow hasn't a writ in his pocket, or something worse, call me a simpleton.