CAPTAIN WRAGGE stopped nearly midway in the one little row of houses composing Rosemary Lane, and let himself and his guest in at the door of his lodgings with his own key.

As they entered the passage, a care-worn woman in a widow's cap made her appearance with a candle.

"My niece," said the captain, presenting Magdalen; "my niece on a visit to York.

She has kindly consented to occupy your empty bedroom.

Consider it let, if you please, to my niece--and be very particular in airing the sheets?
Is Mrs.Wragge upstairs?
Very good.