Sitting there at the fire, I rang the bell, and the waiter came to me: an old man, whose face I remembered. I asked him some ques tions. Yes, he knew Mr. George Rutland ; recoUected that many years ago he used to stay nt Morley's when he came to London. The old gentleman had always stayed there. But Mr. George was too grand for Morley's now. The family always came to town in the spring, but, nt this season, "Rutland Hall, Kent," would be pretty sure to be their address.
Having obtained all the information I de sired, I began forthwith to write a letter: