"He put his hand on his heart, and, grinning all over his face, answered, 'Mrs. Lemon, I am, and have ever been, single.'
"'Might I be so bold as to ask your name, sir?' I said.
"'Devlin,' said he.
"'Dev--what?' I garsped.
"'Lin,' said he. 'Devlin. I'll spell it for you. D-e-v-l-i-n. Have you got it well in your mind?'
"'I have, sir,' I said, very faint.
"'Good,' said he, pointing to the door. 'Go.'
"I had to go, sir, and I went, and that is how Mr. Devlin become our lodger."