Now, by the merest accident--at least, it happened by accident in the first instance, and not by intention--one chief point of complication in the future ill was unwittingly led to. In this early stage of the affair, while the servant maid was exercising her tongue in these items of domestic news, the friend who had recommended Mr. Hunter to the apartments, arrived at the house and called out to him from the foot of the stairs, his high clear voice echoing through the house. 'Lewis! Will you come out and take a stroll?' Lewis Hunter hastened down, proclaiming his acquiescence, and the maid proceeded to the parlour of her mistress. 'The gentleman's name is Lewis, ma'am. You said you forgot to ask it of him.' Miss Gwinn, methodical in all she did, took a sheet of note-paper and inscribed the name upon it, 'Mr. Lewis,' as a reminder for the time when she should require to make out his bill. When Mr. Hunter found out their error--for the maid henceforth addressed him as 'Mr. Lewis,' or 'Mr. Lewis, sir'--it rather amused him, and he did not correct the mistake. He had no motive whatever for concealing his name: he did not wish it concealed. On the other hand, he deemed it of no importance to set them right; it signified not a jot to him whether they called him 'Mr. Lewis' or 'Mr. Hunter.' Thus they knew him as, and believed him to be, Mr. Lewis only. He never took the trouble to undeceive them, and nothing occurred to require the mistake to be corrected. The one or two letters only which arrived for him--for he had gone there for idleness, not to correspond with his friends--were addressed to the post-office, in accordance with his primary directions, not having known where he should lodge. Miss Emma came home: a very pretty and agreeable girl. In the narrow passage of the house--one of those shallow residences built for letting apartments at the sea-side--she encountered the stranger, who happened to be going out as she entered. He lifted his hat to her. 'Who is that, Nancy?' she asked of the chattering maid. 'It's the new lodger, Miss Emma: Lewis his name is. Did you ever see such good looks? And he has asked a thousand questions about you.' Now, the fact was, Mr. Hunter--stay, we will also call him Mr. Lewis for the time being, as they had fallen into the error, and it may be convenient to us--had not asked a single question about the young lady, save the one when her name was first spoken of, 'Who is Miss Emma?' Nancy had supplied information enough for a 'thousand' questions, unasked; and perhaps she saw no difference. 'Have you made any acquaintance with Mr. Lewis, Agatha?' Emma inquired of her sister. 'When do I make acquaintance with the people who take my apartments?' replied Miss Gwinn, in a tone of reproof. 'They naturally look down upon me as a letter of lodgings--and I am not one to bear that.'