The Disowned, Volume 1.

u art a very odd fellow, and I li

close coffee-room and presented with a bill of fare. While he was deliberating between the respective merits of mutton chops and beefsteaks, a

of sli

nd the waiter

n to Clarence, "I suppose, sir, you

ht, sir," sa

gly. "I took the liberty of looking at your boxes in the p

d Linden, colou

east, one letter difference between them: yours is Linden I see, sir; he

, "notwithstanding the similarity

inary," replie

repeated

resents of value, and I should have been very happy to have obliged you in the

t have been connected with Mrs. Minden. At all events, as you justly observe, there is only the difference

r returned wit

iters. "Sir," said he to Linden, "we

r easy tenements than he quitted the room. "Pray," said Linden to the waite

," replied

t is Mr. Brown?

x, carefully enveloped in a blue handkerchief. "You come from --, sir?

ir, I

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the late Lady Waddilove) extremely well. I made her some

Clarence; "such instances of ge

t relics of her ladyshi

Br

no less generous tha

re a good creature; I have had my most valuable things from you. I am not ungrateful: I will leave you-my maid! She is as clever as you are and as good.' I took the hint, sir, and

ught Clarence, "the m

nversation in the presence of the Ganymede of the Holborn tavern, immediately ceased his communicat

euphonious name of Lady Waddilove,-a name frequently upon the lips of the inheritor of her abigail,-with a fire that might be called brilliant, was of that modest species which can seldom encounter the straightforward glance of another; on the contrary, it seemed restlessly uneasy in any settled place, and wandered from ceiling to floor, and corner to corner, with an inquisitive though apparently careless glance, as if seeking for something to admire or haply to appropriate; it also seemed to be the especial care of Mr. Brown to veil, as far as he was able, the vivacity of his looks beneath an expression of open and unheeding good-nature, an expression strangely enough contrasting with the closeness and sagacity which Nature had indelibly stamped upon features pointed, aquiline, and impressed with a stro

upon which Linden, having satisfied his curiosity, was now

s,

and, waiter, see that I h

t, s

f mustard

tion. By the by, sir, if you want any curiously fine mustard, I can procure you some pots quite capital,-

"I shall be very happy to accept

from his pouch. "Six pots of

," replied Clarence; a

of Frenc

"probably intended for some profession: I don't mean

en, "and immediately-have th

ired; the waiter re- entered, and, receiving a w

you say, sir?" renewe

replie

bit of a beau; want some shirts, possibly; fine cravats, too; gentlemen wear a particular patter

liging," said Clarence,

do anything for a rel

ir," said he to Linden, "

e, rising. "Mr. Brown, I have the ho

ooked into these things belongi

," said Clare

en o'clock," mut

ready seen, I have already guessed, enough of the world, to know that you are to look to your pockets when a man offers you a present; they who 'give,' also 'take away.' So here I am in Londo

experienced and sanguine temperament of the soliloquist, Clarence passed the hour