What is wanted, in short, is a _trompe-l'oeil_ that shall be good enough for twelve hours at an inn: is it not so ?' 'It is, and the objection holds.

Rowley is but another danger,' said Romaine.
'Rowley,' said I, 'will pass as a servant from a distance--as a creature seen poised on the dicky of a bowling chaise.

He will pass at hand as a smart, civil fellow one meets in the inn corridor, and looks back at, and asks, and is told, "Gentleman's servant in Number 4." He will pass, in fact, all round, except with his personal friends! My dear sir, pray what do you expect?
Of course if we meet my cousin, or if we meet anybody who took part in the judicious exhibition of this evening, we are lost; and who's denying it?
To every disguise, however good and safe, there is always the weak point; you must always take (let us say--and to take a simile from your own waistcoat pocket) a snuff box-full of risk.
You'll get it just as small with Rowley as with anybody else.

And the long and short of it is, the lad's honest, he likes me, I trust him; he is my servant, or nobody.' 'He might not accept,' said Romaine.
'I bet you a thousand pounds he does!' cried I.

'But no matter; all you have to do is to send him out to-night on this cross-country business, and leave the thing to me.