"Oh, ah! you have no cloak. I forgot that; to be sure--to be sure, let us trot on, gently--though--gently. Well, Sir, as I was saying, horses are not so swift as they were. The breed is bought up by the French! I remember once, Johnny Courtland and I, after dining at my house, till the champagne had played the dancing-master to our brains, mounted our horses, and rode twenty miles for a cool thousand the winner. I lost it, Sir, by a hair's breadth; but I lost it on purpose; it would have half ruined Johnny Courtland to have paid me, and he had that delicacy, Sir,-- he had that delicacy, that he would not have suffered me to refuse taking his money,--so what could I do, but lose on purpose? You see I had no alternative!" "Pray, Sir," said Walter, charmed and astonished at so rare an instance of the generosity of human friendships--"Pray, Sir, did I not hear you called Sir Peter, by the landlord of the little inn? can it be, since you speak so familiarly of Mr. Courtland, that I have the honour to address Sir Peter Hales?" "Indeed that is my name," replied the gentleman, with some surprise in his voice. "But I have never had the honour of seeing you before." "Perhaps my name is not unfamiliar to you," said Walter. "And among my papers I have a letter addressed to you from my uncle Rowland Lester. "God bless me!" cried Sir Peter, "What Rowy!--well, indeed I am overjoyed to hear of him. So you are his nephew? Pray tell me all about him, a wild, gay, rollicking fellow still, eh?" Always fencing, sa--sa! or playing at billiards, or hot in a steeple chace; there was not a jollier, better-humoured fellow in the world than Rowy Lester. "You forget, Sir Peter," said Walter, laughing at a description so unlike his sober and steady uncle, "that some years have passed since the time you speak of." "Ah, and so there have," replied Sir Peter; "and what does your uncle say of me?" "That, when he knew you, you were generosity, frankness, hospitality itself." "Humph, humph!" said Sir Peter, looking extremely disconcerted, a confusion which Walter imputed solely to modesty. "I was hairbrained foolish fellow then, quite a boy, quite a boy; but bless me, it rains sharply, and you have no cloak. But we are close on the town now. An excellent inn is the "Duke of Cumberland's Head," you will have charming accommodation there." "What, Sir Peter, you know this part of the country well!" "Pretty well, pretty well; indeed I live near, that is to say not very far from, the town. This turn, if you please. We separate here. I have brought you a little out of your way--not above a mile or two--for fear the robbers should attack me if I was left alone. I had quite forgot you had no cloak. That's your road--this mine. Aha! so Rowy Lester is still alive and hearty, the same excellent, wild fellow, no doubt. Give my kindest remembrance to him when you write. Adieu, Sir."