e darkness outside the door as
he spoke of it, he might have been less disposed to sleep, through the
remainder of the night.

'Not there,' said Bradley; 'but she might have been.' The head arose to
its former height from the ground, floated down the stair-case again,
and passed on to the gate. A man was standing there, in parley with the
watchman.

'Oh!' said the watchman. 'Here he is!'

Perceiving himself to be the antecedent, Bradley looked from the
watchman to the man.

'This man is leaving a letter for Mr Lightwood,' the watchman explained,
showing it in his hand; 'and I was mentioning that a person had just
gone up to Mr Lightwood's chambers. It might be the same business
perhaps?'

'No,' said Bradley, glancing at the man, who was a stranger to him.

'No,' the man assented in a surly way; 'my letter--it's wrote by my
daughter, but it's mine--is about my business, and my business ain't
nobody else's business.'

As Bradley passed out at the gate with an undecided foot, he heard it
shut behind him, and heard the footstep of the man coming after him.

''Scuse me,' said the man, who appeared to have been drinking and rather
stumbled at him than touched him, to attract his attention: 'but might
you be acquainted with the T'other Governor?'

'With whom?' asked Bradley.

'With,' returned the man, pointing backward over his right shoulder with
his right thumb, 'the T'other Governor?'

'I don't know what you mean.'

'Why look here,' hooking his proposition on his left-hand fingers with
the forefinger of his right. 'There's two Governors, ain't there? One
and one, two--Lawyer Lightwood, my first finger, he's one, ain't he?
Well; might you be acquainted with my middle finger, the T'other?'

'I know quite as much of him,' said Bradley, with a frown and a distant
look before him, 'as I want to know.'

'Hooroar!' cried the man. 'Hooroar T'other t'other Governor. Hooroar
T'otherest Governor! I am of your way of thinkin'.'

'Don't make such a noise at this dead hour of the night. What are you
talking about?'

'Look here, T'otherest Governor,' replied the man, becoming hoarsely
confidential. 'The T'other Governor he's always joked his jokes agin me,
owing, as I believe, to my being a honest man as gets my living by the
sweat of my brow. Which he ain't, and he don't.'

'What is that to me?'

'T'otherest Governor,' returned the man in a tone of injured innocence,
'if you don't care to hear no more, don't hear