"I mean the tickets you give to travellers, that they may know where to get a carriage."
Jacob began to search his pockets with great fervor, but in vain, as the reader may well suppose.
"Wal, now, did you ever—I hain't got the least sign of one about me."
"No matter, tell me your number, that will do!"
The first combination of figures that entered Jacob's head, was given with a quiet simplicity that left no suspicion of their truthfulness.
"Very well—come to-morrow, say at two o'clock."
Jacob made an awkward bow. In truth, with his loose joints and ungainly figure, this was never a very difficult exploit.
"A minute more. Should you know that lady again?"
"Should I know her!" almost broke from Jacob's lips; but he forced back the exclamation, and though his frame trembled at the mention of his mistress, he answered naturally as before.
"Wal, it was dark, but I guess that face ain't one to forget easy."