The rider, a gentleman of about five-and-twenty, pulled up, and in a tone of great courtesy apologized for his inadvertency; the apology was readily admitted, and the horseman rode onwards in the direction of W----.
Trifling as this incident was, the air and mien of the stranger were sufficient to arrest irresistibly the thoughts of the young traveller; and before they had flowed into a fresh channel he found himself in the town and at the door of the inn to which his expedition was bound.

He entered the bar; a buxom landlady and a still more buxom daughter were presiding over the spirits of the place.
"You have some boxes and a letter for me, I believe," said the young gentleman to the comely hostess.
"To you, sir!--the name, if you please ?" "To--to--to C---- L----," said the youth; "the initials C.L., to be left till called for." "Yes, sir, we have some luggage; came last night by the van; and a letter besides, sir, to C.L.

also." The daughter lifted her large dark eyes at the handsome stranger, and felt a wonderful curiosity to know what the letter to C.L.

could possibly be about; meanwhile mine hostess, raising her hand to a shelf on which stood an Indian slop-basin, the great ornament of the bar at the Golden Fleece, brought from its cavity a well-folded and well-sealed epistle.
"That is it," cried the youth; "show me a private room instantly." "What can he want a private room for ?" thought the landlady's daughter.
"Show the gentleman to the Griffin, No.

4, John Merrylack," said the landlady herself.
With an impatient step the owner of the letter followed a slipshod and marvellously unwashed waiter into No.