You will remember my name--Mr.Rumbald the maltster--I am to be heard of here at any time, for I come up on my business every week--though I was not always a maltster." I promised I would remember him: and indeed after a while all England has remembered him ever since.
* * * * * It was that same evening, I think (for my diary is confused at this time, and no wonder), that when I came back to my lodgings about supper-time, I found that a man had been from Mr.Chiffinch to bid me come to Whitehall as soon as I returned; but the messenger had not seemed greatly perturbed, James told me; so I changed my clothes and had my supper and set out.
It would be about half-past seven o'clock when I came to Mr.
Chiffinch's; and when I tapped I had no answer.

I tapped again; and then a servant of Mr.Chiffinch's came running up the stairs (who had left his post, I suspect) and asked me what I wanted there.

When I told him he seemed surprised, and he said that Mr.Chiffinch had company in his inner closet; but that he would speak with him.

So he left me standing there; and went through, and I heard a door shut within.

Presently he came out again in something of a hurry, and bade me come in; and, to my astonishment we went through the first room that was empty, and out again beyond and down a dark passage.