him--it is only into Bond Street, so no gentleman need be afraid--
carry him into Bond Street, where some other personages are awaiting
his consideration.

Not far from Mr. Eglantine's shop in Bond Street, stand, as is very
well known, the Windsor Chambers. The West Diddlesex Association
(Western Branch), the British and Foreign Soap Company, the
celebrated attorneys Kite and Levison, have their respective offices
here; and as the names of the other inhabitants of the chambers are
not only painted on the walls, but also registered in Mr. Boyle's
"Court Guide," it is quite unnecessary that they should be repeated
here. Among them, on the entresol (between the splendid saloons of
the Soap Company on the first floor, with their statue of Britannia
presenting a packet of the soap to Europe, Asia, Africa, and
America, and the West Diddlesex Western Branch on the basement)-
-lives a gentleman by the name of Mr. Howard Walker. The brass
plate on the door of that gentleman's chambers had the word "Agency"
inscribed beneath his name; and we are therefore at liberty to
imagine that he followed that mysterious occupation. In person Mr.
Walker was very genteel; he had large whiskers, dark eyes (with a
slight cast in them), a cane, and a velvet waistcoat. He was a
member of a club; had an admission to the opera, and knew every face
behind the scenes; and was in the habit of using a number of French
phrases in his conversation, having picked up a smattering of that
language during a residence "on the Continent;" in fact, he had
found it very convenient at various times of his life to dwell in
the city of Boulogne, where he acquired a knowledge of smoking,
ecarte, and billiards, which was afterwards of great service to him.
He knew all the best tables in town, and the marker at Hunt's could
only give him ten. He had some fashionable acquaintances too, and