"You are very kind," said Linden, "you are very kind; and since such were your intentions, I believe I must have been connected with Mrs. Minden. At all events, as you justly observe, there is only the difference of a letter between our names, a discrepancy too slight, I am sure, to alter your benevolent intentions."
Here the waiter returned with the slippers.
The stranger slowly unbuttoned his gaiters. "Sir," said he to Linden, "we will renew our conversation presently."
No sooner had the generous friend of Mrs. Minden deposited his feet in their easy tenements than he quitted the room. "Pray," said Linden to the waiter, when he had ordered his simple repast, "who is that gentleman in brown?"
"Mr. Brown," replied the waiter.
"And who or what is Mr. Brown?" asked our hero.
Before the waiter could reply, Mr. Brown returned, with a large bandbox, carefully enveloped in a blue handkerchief. "You come from ——, sir?" said Mr. Brown, quietly seating himself at the same table as Linden.
"No, sir, I do not."
"From ——, then?"
"No, sir,—from W——."