"Yes, yes, but the lady I mean was with an old fattish man, black eyes, and thick voice, and a little elderly woman, who—"
"Oh, I think I know, sir: she had a little brown mole on her cheek, near the chin. A beautiful young lady!"
"Exactly," I exclaimed in delight.
"They were only here two nights, and I don't know the name at all; they were quite strangers."
How intensely annoying! "But is there no one in the house has an idea?"
"Well, I can't say, sir; you see we have been so busy; if it is any one it will be Bill, one of the cabmen, sir, he took them somewhere this morning; and I think they come from A——, but I'm not sure."
Here she began to gather her sticks and coals, and the waiter entered to lay the cloth.
"Is Bill in?" said I—"If so, send him up without fail immediately after dinner." "He is out just now, sir." "Well, the moment he comes in, whether I have finished dinner or not."