And as I like to give some earnest of payment here's a bank-note which you can slip into your purse--on account, you understand.
Now, just a question or two:--Did you hear the young man's name ?" The landlady, whose spirits rose visibly on receipt of the bank-note, appeared to reflect on hearing this question, and she shook her head as if surprised at her own inability to answer it satisfactorily.
"Well, now," she said, "it may seem a queer thing to say, but I don't recollect that I ever did! You see, I didn't see much of him after he once got here.

I was never in his room with them, and they didn't mention his name--that I can remember--when they spoke about him before me.

I understood he was a relative--cousin or something of that sort." "Didn't you see any name on the coffin ?" asked Gilling.
"I didn't," replied Mrs.Salmon.

"You see, the undertaker fetched him away when him and his men brought the coffin--the next day.

He took charge of the coffin for the second night, and the funeral took place from there.