'You - you're trying to get out of this, sir,' gasped the furious doctor, 'a poltroon - a coward - a liar - a - a - will nothing make you give me your card, sir!'

'Oh! I see,' said the stranger, almost as if speaking to someone else, 'negus too strong here - liberal landlord - very foolish - very - lemonade much better - hot rooms and you an elderly gentlemen - you will suffer for it in the morning - cruel - cruel;' and he moved on a step or two.

'You are staying here, Sir,' said the indignant little man; 'you are intoxicated now, Sir; you shall hear from me in the morning, sir. I shall find you out, sir; I shall find you out.'

'I would rather you found me out than found me at home,' replied the stranger calmly.

Doctor Slammer looked at him with complete ferocity as he fixed his hat on his head with an indignant knock; and the stranger and Mr Tupman ascended to Mr Tupman's bedroom to return the borrowed plumage to the unconscious Winkle. That gentleman was fast asleep; so the clothes were quickly put back. The stranger was relaxed and joking; and Mr Tracy Tupman, who was completely confused by the wine, negus, lights, and ladies, thought the whole affair was very amusing.