"Yes, sir. He asked me who you were. I told him you were the editor or something of the _Leader_. He seemed quite interested, and said he would like to come down and meet you some evening, if you had no objection." "None whatever. On the contrary, I should be very pleased to make his acquaintance; and perhaps you would be good enough to tell him so." "I will give him your message, sir. I am sure you would like him, for he has a way of making himself liked by everybody." "You make me quite anxious to meet him, Mrs. Arkwright. By the way, I don't think you mentioned his name." "It's a strange name for a gentleman, sir," replied Mrs. Arkwright, the pale ghost of a smile chasing across her worn features--"Phineas Puddephatt. We call him Mr. P. for short. His family used to be very well known in Laysford. You see, he is a gentleman of some fortune." Henry found himself dangerously near to open laughter at mention of the egregious name, but he succeeded in commanding his features, perhaps from fear of shocking the prim Mrs. Arkwright, who had carried on a longer conversation with him than he could have believed possible from so reserved a lady. The most he could venture by way of facetiousness was: "Then, until we meet I shall call him 'the mysterious Mr. P.'" With the flicker of another smile the landlady left her paying guest to the enjoyment of his supper and thoughts of the comic muse who could couple the sobbing of a 'cello with Puddephatt. A week or more went past with those two sleeping under the same roof, but a series of engagements prevented Henry from hitting off just the moment for meeting. One Saturday evening, when both were at home, the opportunity came. Noticing Henry deep in a book after supper, Mrs. Arkwright asked if he intended to remain indoors all the evening, and being answered in the affirmative, suggested that she would mention the fact to Mr. P., who was also disengaged. Henry assenting, continued with the book, a new novel that was provoking a storm of criticism, and which he had determined to review himself. Not long after Mrs. Arkwright had left him there came a knock at his door. To the invitation of a cheery "Come in," Mr. Phineas Puddephatt stepped across the threshold, bringing a new and powerful influence into the life of Henry Charles. CHAPTER XV "THE MYSTERIOUS MR. P."