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601 THE PICKWICK CLUB. 601

While this conversation was passing in Mr. Pickwick's room, a little old gentleman in a suit of snuff-coloured clothes, followed by a porter carrying a small portmanteau, presented himself below ; and after securing a bed for the night, enquired of the waiter whether one Mrs. Winkle was staying there, to which question the waiter of course responded in the affirmative.

" Is she alone ?" enquired the little old gentleman.

" I believe she is, Sir," replied the waiter ; " I can call her own maid, Sir, if you "

" No, I don't want her," said the old gentleman quickly. " Show me to her room without announcing me."


 * ' Eh, Sir ?" said the waiter.

"Are you deaf?" enquired the little old gentleman.

" No, Sir."

" Then listen, if you please. Can you hear me now ? "

«* Yes, Sir."

" That's well. Show me to Mrs. Winkle's room, without announc- ing me."

As the little old gentleman uttered this command, he slipped five shillings into the waiter's hand, and looked steadily at him.

"Really, Sir," said the waiter, '* I don't know Sir whether *'

'* Ah ! you'll do it, I see," said the little old gentleman. " You had better do it at once. It will save time."

There was something so very cool and collected in the gentleman's manner, that the waiter put the five shillings in his pocket, and led him up stairs without another word.

" This is the room, is it f" said the gentleman. " You may go."

The waiter complied, wondering much who the gentleman could be, and what he wanted ; the little old gentleman waiting till he was out of sight, tapped at the door.

" Come in," said Arabella.

" Um, a pretty voice at any rate," murmured the little old gentleman ; " but that's nothing." As he said this, he opened the door and walked in. Arabella, who was sitting at work, rose on beholding a stranger — a little confused, but by no means ungracefully so.

" Pray don't rise. Ma'am," said the unknown, walking in and closing the door after him. " Mrs. Winkle. I believe ? "

Arabella inclined her head.

" Mrs. Nathaniel Winkle, who married the son of the old man at Birmingham?" said the stranger, eyeing Arabella with visible <;uriosity.

Again Arabella inclined her head, and looked uneasily round, as if uncertain whether to call for assistance.

'* I surprise you, I see. Ma'am," said the old gentleman.

'' Rather, I confess," replied Arabella, wondering more and more.

" I'll take a chair, if you'll allow me. Ma'am," said the stranger.

He took one ; and drawing a spectacle-case from his pocket, leisurely pulled out a pair of spectacles, which he adjusted on his nose.

Arabella, that she began to feel quite alarmed.
 * ' You don't know me. Ma'am .^" he said, looking so intently at