"At any rate, I am always looking out for the fatness of the land." Hester guessed he had a broken heart because of a disappointment in love, and was living all alone because he hated the world, like Lord Byron.
He liked this most of all, and laughed for a long time--much longer, he explained afterwards, than a broken-hearted Lord Byron would have done.
Horace Campbell did not exactly guess, but said that he hoped that the stranger was a gentleman burglar--a kind of Raffles and Robin Hood in one--who robbed only the wicked rich and helped the poor.

"As," he added, "I want to." "Oh, do you ?" said the big man.

"Well, don't rob me, anyway.

Wait till I have led the Snail to a place of safety." And lastly Gregory guessed.

"I think," he said, "you are a vagabond." "Gregory!" cried Janet; "you mustn't say things like that," while the stranger laughed again.
"Why not ?" Gregory inquired.