"No, sir, it's for Miss Oakley."
Ben laid his finger upon the side of his nose, and tried to think.
"Miss Oakley," he said. "A letter for Miss Oakley;" and then, as nothing very alarming consequent upon that proposition presented itself to him, he said, "Easy does it."
"Do you know the house, sir?" asked the boy.
"Yes, to be sure. Come along, boy."
"Yes, sir."
"Who's the letter from?"
"A gentleman, sir, as is waiting at the Unicorn, in Addle Street."
"A gentleman as is waiting at the Addle in Unicorn Street," said Ben; and then, not being able still to hit upon anything very outrageous in all that, he contented himself once more with an "Easy does it."
The boy accompanied him to the door of Mr. Oakley's, and then Ben said to him—