she is; but she has left Ireland since her
husband's death."

I did not venture to ask any more questions. Our conversation had
roused Mr Cophagus and the other passenger; and as I had reflected how
I should behave in case of recognition, I wished to be prepared for him.

"You have had a good nap, sir," said I, turning to him.

"Nap--yes--coach nap, bad--head sore--and so on. Why--bless me--
Japhet--Japhet New--yes--it is."

"Do you speak to me, sir?" inquired I, with a quiet air.

"Speak to you--yes--bad memory--hip! quite forgot--old master--shop in
Smithfield--mad bull--and so on."

"Really, sir," replied I, "I am afraid you mistake me for some other
person."

Mr Cophagus looked very hard at me, and perceiving that there was no
alteration in my countenance, exclaimed, "Very odd--same nose--same
face--same age too--very odd--like as two pills--beg pardon--made a
mistake--and so on."

Satisfied with the discomfiture of Mr Cophagus, I turned round, when I
perceived the Irish agent, with whom I had been in conversation, eyeing
me most attentively. As I said before, he was a hard-featured man, and
his small grey eye was now fixed upon me, as if it would have pierced me
through. I felt confused for a moment, as the scrutiny was unexpected
from that quarter; but a few moments' reflection told me, that if Sir
Henry de Clare and Melchior were the same person, and this man his
agent, in all probability he had not been sent to England for nothing;
that if he was in search of Fleta, he must have heard of my name, and
perhaps something of my history. "I appear to have a great likeness to
many people," observed I, to the agent, smiling. "It was but the other
day I was stopped in Bond Street as a Mr Rawlinson."

"Not a very common face either, sir," observed the agent: "if once seen
not easily forgotten, nor easily mistaken for another."

"Still such appears to be the case," replied I, carelessly. We now
stopped to take refreshment. I had risen from the table, and was going
into the passage, when I perceived the agent looking over the way-bill
with the guard. As soon as he perceived me, he walked out in front of
the inn. Before the guard had put up the bill, I requested to look at
it, wishing to ascertain if I had been booked in my own name. It was
so. The four names were, Newland, Cophagus, Baltzi, McDermott. I was
much annoyed at this circumstance. McDermott was, of course, the name
of the agent; and tha