IN WHICH MR. WALKER MAKES THREE ATTEMPTS TO ASCERTAIN THE DWELLING
OF MORGIANA.

The day after the dinner at the "Regent Club," Mr. Walker stepped
over to the shop of his friend the perfumer, where, as usual, the
young man, Mr. Mossrose, was established in the front premises.

For some reason or other, the Captain was particularly
good-humoured; and, quite forgetful of the words which had passed
between him and Mr. Eglantine's lieutenant the day before, began
addressing the latter with extreme cordiality.

"A good morning to you, Mr. Mossrose," said Captain Walker. "Why,
sir, you look as fresh as your namesake--you do, indeed, now,
Mossrose."

"You look ash yellow ash a guinea," responded Mr. Mossrose, sulkily.
He thought the Captain was hoaxing him.

"My good sir," replies the other, nothing cast down, "I drank rather
too freely last night."

"The more beast you!" said Mr. Mossrose.

"Thank you, Mossrose; the same to you," answered the Captain.

"If you call me a beast, I'll punch your head off!" answered the