He went out of the room rather hurriedly.
"Well, Hobbs," said Robin, after his astonishment had abated, "what
do _you_ think of it?"
"I think he's in love with her, sir," said Hobbs promptly.
"Good Lord! with--with Miss Guile?"
"Precisely so, sir."
"Well, I'll be _darned!_" said the American half of Prince Robin with
great fervour.
"Tut, tut, sir," reproved Hobbs, who, as has been said before, was a
privileged character by virtue of long service and his previous
calling as a Cook's interpreter. "Are you going out, sir?"
"Yes. I'm going out to search the highways and by-ways for Bedelia,"
said Robin, a gay light in his eyes. "By the way, did you, by any
chance, learn the name of the 'andsome young gent as went away with
'er, 'Obbs?"
"I did not, sir. I stood at his helbow for quite some time at the
Gare St. Lazare and the only words he spoke that I could hear
distinctly was 'wot the devil do you mean, me man? Ain't there room
enough for you here without standing on my toes like that? Move
hover.' Only, of course, sir, he used the haspirates after a fashion
of his own.
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