Mrs. Shelfer was of course surprised to see me so soon again. Nevertheless she was all kindness and hospitality, as usual. The residue of her little debt had been long ago released, and now I paid full rent, for I could easily afford it. In answer to my eager inquiries as to what had occurred since Wednesday, the little woman said shortly: "Nothing at all, Miss, of any account, I thank you. Only Charley threw double size, three times running, and won--" "I don’t mean that, Mrs. Shelfer; I mean, what has happened for me?" "Nothing, Miss Vaughan; no, nothing to concern a great lady like you: only such a queer lot come, and they seemed to be friends of yours. They ain’t gone from here more than half an hour ago." "Tell me all about them." "They come and ringed the bell, as modest as could be; and when I went to the door, says they, ’If you please, where be Miss Clara, ma’am?’ ’Miss Clara!’ says I, ’a set of dressed up trollops like you, come and ask for Miss Clara! She’d Miss Clara you, pretty quick time, I doubt, if she was only here.’ ’Us humbly hopes no offence, ma’am,’ says the great big man, the biggest man as ever I see without paying, ’only us has come up from the country, ma’am.’ ’Up from the country!’ says I, ’needn’t tell me that, my good giant; any fool can see that. And if you take my advice, you’ll clap your hat on, and go down again, and thank God for it.’ You see, Miss, he had got his hat off, and he standing out of doors, on the shady side of the street! So what I said seemed to stop him altogether, and he looked as if he wanted to think about it; and I was just a slapping the door in their faces, when the other man, the queerest guy I ever see, a hanging in his clothes like a skiver in a dish-clout, he look full in my face as grave as a heretic parson, and stretch out his skinny arm, and keep time with one foot, while he say or sing, "’Ma’am, us be here now in this Lunnon town, And it bain’t likely as we be going down, Till us see every mortal thing as there be for to see, And take all the change out in a thorough-going spree.’ Then the big man laugh and clap him on the back; and the little one wink both his eyes, and look to see what I think of it. Then when he see me laugh, he make me such a coorous bow, that what with his--what do they call the plaister, Miss?" "Diachylon, perhaps you mean, Mrs. Shelfer?" "Ah, that’s the word. What with his strange diaculum, and his dancing altitude, I declare I was a most a going to invite them in: but I recollects, no, no: If Charley gets along of such Reginalds as these, I may stand at the bed-room door and whistle for a week. There’s nothing Charley loves so much as a downright Reginald." Poor simple-minded woman; how little she perceived that she of all the number was by far the most original! And, like most of those who are truly so, she would have taken the imputation as an outrageous insult. Only the sham original glories in being thought queer.