eller. "Are you going as far as W---- this
evening?"

"I hardly know yet," answered Clarence; "the length of my ride depends
upon my horse rather than myself."

"Oh, well, very well," said Mr. Brown; "but you will allow me, perhaps,
sir, the honour of riding with you as far as you go."

"You give me much gratification by your proposal, Mr. Brown!" said
Clarence.

The broker looked in surprise at his companion. "So you know me, sir?"

"I do," replied Clarence. "I am surprised that you have forgotten me."

Slowly Mr. Brown gazed, till at last his memory began to give itself the
rousing shake. "God bless me, sir, I beg you a thousand pardons: I now
remember you perfectly; Mr. Linden, the nephew of my old patroness, Mrs.
Minden. Dear, dear, how could I be so forgetful! I hope, by the by, sir,
that the shirts wore well? I am thinking you will want some more. I have
some capital cambric of curiously fine quality and texture, from the
wardrobe of the late Lady Waddilove."

"What, Lady Waddilove still!" cried Clarence. "Why, my good friend,
you will offer next to furnish me with pantaloons from her ladyship's
wardrobe."

"Why, really, sir, I see you preserve your fine spirits; but I do think
I have one or two pair of plum-coloured velvet inexpressibles, that
passed into my possession when her ladyship's husband died, which might,
perhaps, with a leetle alteration, fit you, and, at all events, would be
a very elegant present from a gentleman to his valet."

"Well, Mr. Brown, whenever I or my valet wear plum-coloured velvet
breeches, I will certainly purchase those in your possession; but to
change the subject, can you inform me what has become of my old host and
hostess, the Copperases, of Copperas Bower?"

"Oh, sir, they are the same as ever; nice, genteel people they are, too.
Master Adolphus has grown into a fine young gentleman, very nearly as
tall as you and I are. His worthy father preserves his jovial vein, and
is very merry whenever I call there. Indeed it was but last week that he
made an admirable witticism. 'Bob,' said he (Tom,--you remember Tom,
or De Warens, as Mrs. Copperas was pleased to call him,--Tom is gone),
'Bob, have you stopped the coach?' 'Yes, sir,' said Bob. 'And what coach
is it?' asked Mr. Copperas. 'It be the Swallow, sir,' said the boy.
'The Swallow! oh, very well,' cried Mr. Copperas; 'then, now, having
swallowed in the roll, I will e'en roll in the swallow! 'Ha! ha! ha!
sir, very faceti