"Much better than that," said the prize-fighter. "Much better than THAT, sir, I assure you." "Well, I'm going to get you to do something for me," said the Major. "Do you know, John, that you are terribly fat?" "The business allus does make flesh, sir. More especially to coves as has trained much." "Yes, yes, John, I am going from the point. There is a young man of the name of Hawker here?" The prize-fighter remained silent, but a grin gathered on his face. "I never contradicts a gentleman," he said. "And if you say he's here, why, in course, he is here. But I don't say he's here; you mind that, sir." "My good fellow, I saw him as I came in," said the Major. "Oh, indeed," said the other; "then that absolves me from any responsibility. He told me to deny him to anybody but one, and you ain't she. He spends a deal of money with me, sir; so, in course, I don't want to offend him. By-the-bye, sir, excuse me a moment." The Major saw that he had got hold of the right man, and waited willingly. The fighting-man went to the door, and called out, "My dear." A tall, goodlooking woman came to the bar, who made a low curtsey on being presented to the Major. "My dear," repeated Trotter, "the south side." "The particular, I suppose," she said. "In course," said he. So she soon appeared with a bottle of Madeira, which was of such quality that the Major, having tasted it, winked at the prize-fighter, and the latter laughed, and rubbed his hands. "Now," said the Major, "do you mind telling me whether this Hawker is here alone?" "He don't live here. He only comes here of a day, and sometimes stays till late. This evening a pretty young lady--yes, a LADY--come and inquired for him in my bar, and I was struck all of a heap to see such a creature in such a place, all frightened out of her wits. So I showed her through in a minute, and up stairs to where my wife sits, and she waited there till he come in. And she hadn't been gone ten minutes when you come." The Major swore aloud, without equivocation or disguise. "Ah," he said, "if I had not met Barton! Pray, Trotter, have you any idea where Hawker lives?" "Not the least in the world, further than it's somewhere Hampstead way. That's a thing he evidently don't want known." "Do you think it likely that he and that young lady live in the same house? I need not disguise from you that I am come after her, to endeavour to get her back to her family." "I know they don't live in the same house," said Trotter, "because I heard her say, to-night, before she went away, 'Do look round, George,' she says, 'at my house, for ten minutes, before you go home.'" "You have done me a great kindness," said the Major, "in what you have told me. I don't know how to thank you." "It's only one," said the prize-fighter, "in return for a many you done me; and you are welcome to it, sir. Now, I expect you'd like to see this young gent; so follow me, if you please."