bell, a footman of a peculiarly grave and sanctimonious appearance, opened the door.
In reply to Walter's inquiries, he informed him that Mr. Courtland was very unwell, and never saw "Company."—Walter, however, producing from his pocket-book the introductory letter given him by his father, slipped it into the servant's hand, accompanied by half a crown, and begged to be announced as a gentleman on very particular business.
"Well, Sir, you can step in," said the servant, giving way; "but my master is very poorly, very poorly indeed."
"Indeed, I am sorry to hear it: has he been long so?"
"Going on for tenyears, sir!" replied the servant, with great gravity; and opening the door of the house which stood within a few paces of the wall, on a singularly flat and bare grass-plot, he showed him into a room, and left him alone.
The first thing that struck Walter in this
