The man in black sat down then with a faint superior smile.
He had come for the girl.

His cousin had asked him in a note delivered by a messenger to go to Brighton at once and take "his girl" over from a gentleman named Fyne and give her house-room for a time in his family.
And there he was.

His business had not allowed him to come sooner.

His business was the manufacture on a large scale of cardboard boxes.

He had two grown-up girls of his own.