already rather heating to behold on a summer’s day, appeared the more disagreeable; and Will, half-seated on the elbow of a garden-chair, turned his eyes carefully away from the comer.  But this signified little to our acquaintance Mr. Raffles, who never hesitated to thrust himself on unwilling observation, if it suited his purpose to do so.  He moved a step or two till he was in front of Will, and said with full-mouthed haste, “Excuse me, Mr. Ladislaw—­ was your mother’s name Sarah Dunkirk?”

Will, starting to his feet, moved backward a step, frowning, and saying with some fierceness, “Yes, sir, it was.  And what is that to you?”

It was in Will’s nature that the first spark it threw out was a direct answer of the question and a challenge of the consequences.  To have said, “What is that to you?” in the first instance, would have seemed like shuffling—­as if he minded who knew anything about his origin!

Raffles on his side had not the same eagerness for a collision which was implied in Ladislaw’s threatening air.  The slim young fellow with his girl’s complexion looked like a tiger-cat ready to spring on him.  Under such circumstances Mr. Raffles’s pleasure in annoying his company was kept in abeyance.

“No offence, my good sir, no offence!  I only remember your mother—­ knew her when she was a girl.  But it is your father that you feature, sir.  I had the pleasure of seeing your father too.  Parents alive, Mr. Ladislaw?”

“No!” thundered Will, in the same attitude as before.

“Should be glad to do you a service, Mr. Ladislaw—­by Jove, I should!  Hope to meet again.”

Hereupon Raffles, who had lifted his hat with the last words, turned himself round with a swing of his leg and walked away.  Will looked after him a moment, and could see that he did not re-enter the auction-room, but appeared to be walking towards the road.  For an instant he thought that he had been foolish not to let the man go on talking;—­but no! on the whole he preferred doing without knowledge from that source.

Later in the evening, however, Raffles overtook him in the street, and appearing either to have forgotten the roughness of his former reception or to intend avenging it by a forgiving familiarity, greeted him jovially and walked by his side, remarking at first on the pleasantness of the town and neighborhood.  Will suspected that the man had been drinking and was considering how to shake him off when Raffles said—­

“I’ve been abroad myself, Mr. Ladislaw—­I’ve seen the world—­ used to parley-vous a little.  It was at Boulogne I saw your father—­ a most uncommon likeness you are of him, by Jove! mouth—­nose—­eyes—­ hair turned off your brow just like his—­a little in the foreign style.  John Bull doesn’t do much of that.  But your father was very ill when I saw him.  Lord, lord! hands you might see through.  You were a small youngster then.  Did he get well?”