to be a novice. What says one of my favourite poets?
—Just so—precisely!"
"You are fond of poetry, Sir Charles?" suggested Madrasia.
"Eminently so! And of antiquities," assented our caller. "And being in the neighbourhood, and hearing of Mr. Parslewe, I did myself the honour of waiting upon him in the hope of being able to pay him my respects, and to———"
"Just so!" broke in Madrasia. "So very kind of you! I don't think we were quite aware that my guardian's fame as an antiquary had spread, but he appears to be getting celebrated. You are the second person who has called to see him, on the same errand, within the last few days. The other," she continued, "was a gentleman named—er—Pawley. Mr. Pawley."
"Ah!" said Sir Charles. "Indeed!—I am not acquainted with many antiquaries; I am something of a recluse. And, perhaps, Mr.—ah—Crawley—oh, Pawley?—was fortunate
