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’
As
the
little
old
gentleman
uttered
this
command
,
he
slipped
five
shillings
into
the
waiter
’
s
hand
,
and
looked
steadily
at
him
.
‘
Really
,
sir
,
’
said
the
waiter
,
‘
I
don
’
t
know
,
sir
,
whether
—
’
‘
Ah
!
you
’
ll
do
it
,
I
see
,
’
said
the
little
old
gentleman
.
‘
You
had
better
do
it
at
once
.
It
will
save
time
.
’
There
was
something
so
very
cool
and
collected
in
the
gentleman
’
s
manner
,
that
the
waiter
put
the
five
shillings
in
his
pocket
,
and
led
him
upstairs
without
another
word
.
‘
This
is
the
room
,
is
it
?
’
said
the
gentleman
.
‘
You
may
go
.
’
The
waiter
complied
,
wondering
much
who
the
gentleman
could
be
,
and
what
he
wanted
;
the
little
old
gentleman
,
waiting
till
he
was
out
of
sight
,
tapped
at
the
door
.
‘
Come
in
,
’
said
Arabella
.
‘
Um
,
a
pretty
voice
,
at
any
rate
,
’
murmured
the
little
old
gentleman
;
‘
but
that
’
s
nothing
.
’
As
he
said
this
,
he
opened
the
door
and
walked
in
.
Arabella
,
who
was
sitting
at
work
,
rose
on
beholding
a
stranger
—
a
little
confused
—
but
by
no
means
ungracefully
so
.
‘
Pray
don
’
t
rise
,
ma
’
am
,
’
said
the
unknown
,
walking
in
,
and
closing
the
door
after
him
.
‘
Mrs
.
Winkle
,
I
believe
?
’
Arabella
inclined
her
head
.
