at's all.'

'Most people be, as the saying is.'

'Not in the sense that I am.'

'Oh!...Well, his family is no better than my own, 'a b'lieve.'

'How is that?'

'Hedgers and ditchers by rights. But once in ancient times one of 'em,
when he was at work, changed clothes with King Charles the Second, and
saved the king's life. King Charles came up to him like a common man,
and said off-hand, "Man in the smock-frock, my name is Charles the
Second, and that's the truth on't. Will you lend me your clothes?" "I
don't mind if I do," said Hedger Luxellian; and they changed there and
then. "Now mind ye," King Charles the Second said, like a common man, as
he rode away, "if ever I come to the crown, you come to court, knock at
the door, and say out bold, 'Is King Charles the Second at home?' Tell
your name, and they shall let you in, and you shall be made a lord."
Now, that was very nice of Master Charley?'

'Very nice indeed.'

'Well, as the story is, the king came to the throne; and some years
after that, away went Hedger Luxellian, knocked at the king's door,
and asked if King Charles the Second was in. "No, he isn't," they said.
"Then, is Charles the Third?" said Hedger Luxellian. "Yes," said a young
feller standing by like a common man, only he had a crown on, "my name
is Charles the Third." And----'

'I really fancy that must be a mistake. I don't recollect anything in
English history about Charles the Third,' said the other in a tone of
mild remonstrance.

'Oh, that's right history enough, only 'twasn't prented; he was rather a
queer-tempered man, if you remember.'

'Very well; go on.'

'And, by hook or by crook, Hedger Luxellian was made a lord, and
everything went on well till some time after, when he got into a most
terrible row with King Charles the Fourth.

'I can't stand Charles the Fourth. Upon my word, that's too much.'

'Why? There was a George the Fourth, wasn't there?'

'Certainly.'

'Well, Charleses be as common as Georges. However I'll say no more about
it....Ah, well! 'tis the funniest world ever I lived in--upon my life
'tis. Ah, that such should be!'

The dusk had thickened into darkness while they thus conversed, and the
outline and surface of the mansion gradually disappeared. The windows,
which had before been as black blots on a lighter expanse of wall,
became illuminated, and were transfigured to squares of light on the
general dark body of the night landscape as it absorbed the outl