"Yes."
"Well, if you advertise for him, she will respond, and thus you will come into contact with her without making a fool of yourself."
"By Jove, Jack," said I, "that's not a bad idea! I think I get your meaning. Of course, if she has any soul, she'll sympathize with the lost driver. But what name shall I put?"
"Was he a common driver? I gathered this from your story."
"Oh, yes. It was a sleigh from the country-hired, you know, not a private sleigh."
"She couldn't have known his name, then?"
"I suppose not. It looked like a sleigh picked up hap-hazard to take her across."
"Well, risk it, and put in an assumed name. Make up something. Any name will do. The lady, I dare say, hasn't the smallest idea of the driver's name. Trot out something—Napoleon Bonaparte Gris, or any thing else you like."
"How would Lavoisier do?"
"Too long."