"Can't you read?"
"I left my spectacles at home," said Hake, "and I can't read without 'em."
"It's Paul Morton, then, if you want to know," said the boy, curtly.
"Paul Morton," repeated Hake to himself. "All right!"
But he was not quite sure whether he had not been deceived. So he went to the basement door, and rang.
"What's wanted?" said the servant, curtly.
"Does Paul Morton live here?" asked Hake.
"You might say Mr. Paul Morton while you're about it," said the servant. "Yes, he lives here, and what do you want with him?"
"I was sent here," said Hake with no particular regard for truth, "by a man as said Mr. Morton was a good man, and would give me some clothes."