To whom, then," he resumed, turning again to Richard, "do you say that this letter was addressed ?" "To Mr.Wilding--Mr.Anthony Wilding," Richard answered.
"I would have Your Grace to observe," put in Trench ard quietly, "that Mr.Wilding, properly speaking, does not reside in Bridgwater." "Tush!" cried Albemarle; "the rogue but mentions the first name with a 'W' that occurs to him.

He's not even an ingenious liar.

And how, sir," he asked Richard, "does it come to be in your possession, having been addressed, as you say, to Mr.Wilding ?" "Aye, sir," said Sir Edward, blinking his weak eyes.

"Tell us that." Richard hesitated again, and looked at Blake.

Blake, who by now had come to realize that his friend's affairs were not mended by his interruptions, moodily shrugged his shoulders, scowling.
"Come, sir," said Colonel Luttrell, engagingly, "answer the question." "Aye," roared Albemarle; "let your invention have free rein." Again poor Richard sought refuge in the truth.