"Mudd," replied the other.
Mudd's tout ensemble as a new sort of hotel servant seemed to please Simon, and he accepted him at once as he accepted everything that pleased him.
"Give me that water-bottle," said Simon.
Mudd gave it. Simon half-drained it and handed it back. The draught seemed to act on him like the elixir vitæ.
"What are you doing with those clothes?" said he.
"Oh, just folding them," said Mudd.
"Well, just leave them alone," replied the other. "Is there any money in the pockets?"
"These aren't what you wore last night," said Mudd; "there was two pounds ten in the pockets of what you had on. Here it is, on the mantel."
"Good," said Simon.