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The coffee-rooish, narrowish, dullish

chamber, with a ros that look out upon the yard,--but

upon this afternoon they looked at nothing in particular; and here

Barnabas found a waiter, a lonely wight who struck hi very

like the roo, and narrow, and

dull, and looked out upon the yard at nothing in particular; and, as

he gazed, he sighed, and tapped thoughtfully at his chin with a

salt-spoon As Barnabas entered, however, he laid down the spoon,

flicked an iinary crumb from the table-cloth with his napkin, and

bowed

"Dinner, sir?" he inquired in a dullish voice, and with his head set

engagingly to one side, while his sharp eyes surveyed Barnabas from

boots to waistcoat, from waistcoat to neckcloth, and stayed there

while he drew out his own shirt-frill with caressing fingers, and

coughed disapprobation into his napkin "Did you say dinner, sir?"

he inquired again

"Thank you, no," answered Barnabas

"Perhaps cheese an' a biscuit ht be nearer your mark, and say--a

half of porter?"

"I've only just had breakfast," said Barnabas, aware of the waiter's

scrutiny

"Ah!" sighed the waiter, still caressing his shirt-frill, "you're

Nuht coach?"

"Yes"

"From the country of course, sir?"

"Yes--fro to frown a little,