"I am on a walking tour," I answered, "and hoped to have reached Marshminster to-night. But as it is ten miles away and I feel weary I wish to sleep here. This young lady, however, says the inn is full of guests and----"
"Full of guests!" interrupted Briarfield, looking at the girl. "Nonsense, Rose, I am the only guest here!"
"We expect others, sir," said Rose obstinately.
"You can't expect a sufficient number to fill the house," he retorted; "surely Mr. Denham can have a bed?"
"I shall ask my father, sir!"
When she disappeared Briarfield turned to me with a smile, and asked a strange question.
"Now, I'll be bound," said he, "that you don't know my first name?"
"Felix."
"No! You are wrong, I am not the rich Felix, but the poor Francis."
"You see the result of being one of twins," said I impatiently; "if at college I could not distinguish between you how can you expect me to do so now? I haven't seen either you or your brother for at least two years. Where is Felix?"