"Brute!" exclaimed Miles, with honest indignation.
"I dare say. But though he was able to make a row, I'm sure he couldn't get himself down to Liverpool. And I saw all his things lying about the club hall late last night;--no end of portmanteaux and bags; just what a fellow would take to New York. By George! Fancy taking a girl to New York! It was plucky."
"It was all her doing," said Miles, who was of course intimate with Mr. Melmotte's whole establishment, and had had means therefore of hearing the true story.

"Brute!" exclaimed Miles, with honest indignation.
"I dare say. But I'm sure he couldn't get himself down to Liverpool. And I saw all his things lying about the club hall late last night. By George! 