There was nothing especially remarkable about him. The face in repose was sad and thoughtful; and yet when he discovered a yellow cat sleeping under the table, he smiled as though some great pleasure had come into his life. "Come along, little comrade!" he said, as he captured her. She looked up into his face so frankly that the stranger was much impressed. "Why, I do believe you are a dog undergoing a cat incarnation," he continued. "What qualities did you lack when you were a dog, I wonder? Perhaps you did not steal sufficiently well; perhaps you had net cultivated restfulness. And your name? Your name shall be Gamboge. I think that is a suitable appellation for you--certainly more suitable than most of the names thrust upon unoffending humanity. My own name, for instance, Hieronymus! Ah, you may well mew! You are a thoroughly sensible creature." So he amused himself until Mrs. Benbow came with his supper. Then he pointed to the cat and said quietly: "That is a very companionable dog of yours." Mrs. Benbow darted a look of suspicion at the stranger. "We call that a cat in Shropshire," she said, beginning to regret that she had agreed to house the stranger. "Well, no doubt you are partially right," said the stranger solemnly; "but, at the same time, you are partially wrong. To use the language of the theosophists----" Mrs. Benbow interrupted him. "Eat your supper while it is hot," she said, "then perhaps you’ll feel better. Your cold is rather heavy in your head, isn’t it?" He laughed good-temperedly, and smiled at her as though to reassure her that he was quite in his right senses; and then, without further discussion, he began to make short work of the fried eggs and bacon. Gamboge, sitting quietly by the fireside, scorned to beg; she preferred to steal. That is a way some people have. The stranger finished his supper, and lit his pipe. Once or twice he began to doze. The first time he was aroused by Gamboge, who had jumped on the table, and was seeking what she might devour. "Ah, Gamboge," he said sleepily, "I am sorry I have not left anything appetizing for you. I was so hungry. Pray excuse." Then he dozed off again. The second time he was aroused by the sound of singing. He caught the words of the chorus: "I’ll gayly sing from day to day, And do the best I can; If sorrows meet me on the way, I’ll bear them like a man." "An excellent resolution," murmured the stranger, becoming drowsy once more. "Only I wish they’d kept their determinations to themselves." The third time he was disturbed by the sound of angry voices. There was some quarreling going on in the kitchen of the Green Dragon. The voices became louder. There was a clatter of stools and a crash of glasses. "You are a pack of lying gypsies!" sang out some one. "You know well you didn’t pay the missus!" "Go for him! go for him!" was the cry.