nt's horse, even in the yard in which your stables are situated,
and who remained for two or three days in your house or tavern or hotel?
I do remember that you were grievously perplexed because of his name,
the initials of which only he gave or entrusted or communicated to you,
until you did exam--"

"I remember," interrupted Miss Elizabeth, "I remember well,--a very
beautiful young gentleman, who had a letter directed to be left here,
addressed to him by the letters C. L., and who was afterwards kicked,
and who admired your cap, Mother, and whose name was Clarence Linden.
You remember it well enough, Mother, surely?"

"I think I do, Lizzy," said the landlady, slowly; for her memory, not so
much occupied as her daughter's by beautiful young gentlemen, struggled
slowly amidst dim ideas of the various travellers and visitors with
whom her house had been honoured, before she came, at last, to the
reminiscence of Clarence Linden, "I think I do; and Squire Mordaunt was
very attentive to him; and he broke one of the panes of glass in No. 8
and gave me half a guinea to pay for it. I do remember perfectly, Lizzy.
So that is the Mr. Linden now here?--only think!"

"I should not have known him, certainly," said Miss Elizabeth; "he is
grown so much taller, and his hair looks quite dark now, and his face is
much thinner than it was; but he's very handsome still; is he not, sir?"
turning to the valet.

"Ah! ah! well enough," said Mr. Harrison, stretching out his right leg,
and falling away a little to the left, in the manner adopted by the
renowned Gil Blas, in his address to the fair Laura, "well enough; but
he's a little too tall and thin, I think."

Mr. Harrison's faults in shape were certainly not those of being too
tall and thin.

"Perhaps so!" said Miss Elizabeth, who scented the vanity by a kindred
instinct, and had her own reasons for pampering it, "perhaps so!"

"But he is a great favourite with the ladies all the same; however, he
only loves one lady. Ah, but I must not say who, though I know. However,
she is so handsome: such eyes, they would go through you like a skewer;
but not like yours,--yours, miss, which I vow and protest are as bright
as a service of plate."

"Oh, sir!"

And amidst these graceful compliments the time slipped away, till
Clarence's dinner and his valet's supper being fairly over, Mr.
Harrison presented himself to his master, a perfectly different being
in attendance to what he was in com