"What profession did you say, sir?" renewed Mr. Brown, artfully.
"None!" replied Linden.
"Oh, very well,—very well indeed. Then as an idle, independent gentleman, you will of course be a bit of a beau; want some shirts, possibly; fine cravats, too; gentlemen wear a particular pattern now; gloves, gold, or shall I say gilt chain, watch and seals, a ring or two, and a snuff-box?"
"Sir, you are vastly obliging," said Clarence, in undisguised surprise.
"Not at all, I would do anything for a relation of Mrs. Minden."
The waiter re-entered; "Sir," said he to Linden, "your room is quite ready."
"I am glad to hear it," said Clarence, rising. "Mr. Brown, I have the honour of wishing you a good evening."
"Stay, sir—stay; you have not looked into these things belonging to the late Lady Waddilove."
"Another time," said Clarence, hastily.
"To-morrow, at ten o'clock," muttered Mr. Brown.