What is his name?
let me see!" and Mr.Thornton affected to look down in a complete reverie of dim remembrances.
I saw, however, that, from time to time, his eye glanced up to me, with a restless, inquisitive expression, and as instantly retired.
"Ah," said I, carelessly, "I think I know who he is!" "Who!" cried Thornton, eagerly, and utterly off his guard.
"And yet," I pursued, without noticing the interruption, "it scarcely can be--the colour of the hair is so very different." Thornton again appeared to relapse into his recollections.
"War--Warbur--ah, I have it now!" cried he, "Warburton--that's it--that's the name--is it the one you supposed, Mr.Pelham ?" "No," said I, apparently perfectly satisfied.

"I was quite mistaken.
Good morning, I did not think it was so late.

On Sunday, then, Mr.
Thornton--au plaisir!" "A d--d cunning dog!" said I to myself, as I left the apartments.
"However, on peut-etre trop fin.

I shall have him yet." The surest way to make a dupe is to let you victim suppose you are his.