“Your faithful and obliged friend,
“LITTLE LILLIPUT.”
Two days after the receipt of this letter Essper George ran into the room with a much less solemn physiognomy than he had thought proper to assume since his master’s arrival at Reisenburg.
“Lord, sir; whom do you think I have just met?”
“Whom?” asked Vivian, with eagerness, for, as is always the case when such questions are asked us, he was thinking of every person in the world except the right one. “It might be—”
“To think that I should see him!” continued Essper.
“It is a man, then,” thought Vivian; “who is it at once, Essper?”
“I thought you would not guess, sir! It will quite cure you to hear it; Master Rodolph!”
“Master Rodolph!”
“Ay! and there’s great news in the wind.”