Fiddle of the newspapers; who else can it be?
_Both_.

That is very true (_gravely_).
_Enter_ LANDLORD.
_Landlord_.

Here, Susan, James, Philip, where are you all?
The London coach is come in, and there is Mr.Fillaside, the fat passenger, has been bawling for somebody to help him off with his boots.
[_The Chambermaid and Waiters slip out_.
(_Solus_.) The house is turned upside down since the strange gentleman came into it.

Nothing but guessing and speculating, and speculating and guessing; waiters and chambermaids getting into corners and speculating; hostlers and stable-boys speculating in the yard; I believe the very horses in the stable are speculating too, for there they stand in a musing posture, nothing for them to eat, and not seeming to care whether they have anything or no; and after all what does it signify?
I hate such curious--odso, I must take this box up into his bedroom--he charged me to see to it myself;--I hate such inquisitive--I wonder what is in it--it feels heavy; (_reads_) "Leases, title-deeds, wills." Here now a man might satisfy his curiosity at once.

Deeds must have names to them, so must leases and wills.