CHAPTER V.
Your name, Sir! Ha! my name, you say--my name?
'T is well--my name--is--nay, I must consider .-- Pedrillo.
This accident occasioned a delay of some days in the plans of the young gentleman, for whom we trust very soon, both for our own convenience and that of our reader, to find a fitting appellation.
Mr.Mordaunt, after seeing every attention paid to him both surgical and hospitable, took his departure with a promise to call the next day; leaving behind him a strong impression of curiosity and interest to serve our hero as some mental occupation until his return.

The bonny landlady came up in a new cap, with blue ribbons, in the course of the evening, to pay a visit of inquiry to the handsome patient, who was removed from the Griffin, No.

4, to the Dragon, No.

8,--a room whose merits were exactly in proportion to its number, namely, twice as great as those of No.

4.
"Well, sir," said Mrs.Taptape, with a courtesy, "I trust you find yourself better." "At this moment I do," said the gallant youth, with a significant air.
"Hem," quoth the landlady.
A pause ensued.