trover

Strange and exceptional must his station in life be to whom the secret intelligences of Twist or Trover could not apply.

He had but finished these words when Trover rushed into the room, his face pale as death, and his lips colorless.

Was it that Trover had read my secret thoughts, or had he merely chanced upon them by mere accident?

Trover had just tact enough for the occasion, and was most jocose wherever the point was a perilous one.