"NEVER MIND HER NAME, CAPTAIN!" threw the gallant Captain quite
aback; and though he sat for a quarter of an hour longer, and was
exceedingly kind; and though he threw out some skilful hints, yet
the perfumer was quite unconquerable; or, rather, he was too
frightened to tell: the poor fat timid easy good-natured gentleman
was always the prey of rogues,--panting and floundering in one
rascal's snare or another's. He had the dissimulation, too, which
timid men have; and felt the presence of a victimiser as a hare does
of a greyhound. Now he would be quite still, now he would double,
and now he would run, and then came the end. He knew, by his sure
instinct of fear, that the Captain had, in asking these questions, a
scheme against him, and so he was cautious, and trembled, and
doubted. And oh! how he thanked his stars when Lady Grogmore's
chariot drove up, with the Misses Grogmore, who wanted their hair
dressed, and were going to a breakfast at three o'clock!

"I'll look in again, Tiny," said the Captain, on hearing the
summons.

"DO, Captain," said the other: "THANK YOU;" and went into the lady's
studio with a heavy heart.

"Get out of the way, you infernal villain!" roared the Captain, with
many oaths, to Lady Grogmore's large footman, with ruby-coloured
tights, who was standing inhaling the ten thousand perfumes of the
shop; and the latter, moving away in great terror, the gallant agent
passed out, quite heedless of the grin of Mr. Mossrose.

Walker was in a fury at his want of success, and walked down Bond
Street in a fury. "I WILL know where the girl lives!" swore he.