THIRD FLOOR. Hon. and Rev. Orlando fforester. Gen. Sir T. Blazer Brown, K.C.B. “Thank you very much,” said the young lady; “I am afraid I am giving you a great deal of trouble; but now, can you tell me where I can find any one to help the driver to carry my boxes upstairs?” “Very sorry I can’t go myself, Miss,” answered Jack, hastily, and looking as if he _was_ sorry; “but I’m going off sentry in a minute or two, and there’s an odd man about the canteen who does jobs for the quality in the Palace, and I’ll send him to you in a jiffy.” In fact, while he was speaking, the clank of arms was heard, and the relief appeared through the fog, who, leaving another man in his place, bore back with them Jack Watchet to the barracks, while the young lady, whose name the reader, from the heading of this chapter, and from the inquiries she made, will have rightly conjectured to have been Miss Evelyn Manwaring, remained standing in the cold under the gateway. So true, however, was Jack to his word, that in the specified “jiffy,” which in this case was a period of less than five minutes, the “odd man” arrived, and, showing himself thoroughly acquainted with the somewhat labyrinthine topography of the Palace, conducted the lady through the silent and deserted quadrangles and echoing cloisters to the apartments of the late Lady Glengriskin, where she found a single candle guttering upon the drawing-room table, and a wretched apology for a fire glimmering upon the hearth; but her maid, who had preceded her the previous evening, was nowhere to be found. Nearly half-an-hour elapsed before the driver and the “odd man”--who seemed to regard one another with mutual distrust and abhorrence, and who had several unpleasant differences of opinion upon the staircase--had brought up the last of Miss Manwaring’s trunks; but at last these worthies, having been abundantly satisfied for their trouble, consented to depart, and the young lady found herself alone. She had, in fact, feared that her two assistants would have broken out into open warfare. Thus the coachman had remarked that “he’d seed a lot o’ soft-headed fools in his time, but he’d never seen sich a soft-headed ’un” as the odd man; and the odd man had replied that “he’d be ’tarnally shivered if he didn’t knock the coachman’s conk up agen the doorpost, and see vich vos the ’ardest block o’ the two.”