"'I am returning their pistols to Sir Richard Eden and Mr. Bentley to-night.
"'Trusting that you and yours are blooming in all health, I beg to subscribe myself, "'Your most obedient, humble servant to command, "'HORATIO TAWNISH.'"
"Tawnish?" says I.
"Tawnish," says Bentley.
"Tawnish!" says Jack. "Devil take him!"
"By heaven!" says I, remembering the grim, determined figure of the highwayman, "by heaven, he has a man's body beneath his silks and laces after all."
"Egad!" says Jack, sourly, "I almost think you love the fellow."
"On my soul!" says I, "I almost think I do."