And Charcam, fearful of another charge in his master's present uncertain mood, disappeared.
The person, shortly afterwards ushered into the room, seemed by the imperfect light,--for the evening was advancing, and the chamber darkened by heavy drapery,--to be a middle-sized middle-aged man, of rather vulgar appearance, but with a very shrewd aspect.

He was plainly attired in a riding-dress and boots of the period, and wore a hanger by his side.
"Your servant, Sir Rowland," said the stranger, ducking his head, as he advanced.
"Your business, Sir ?" returned the other, stiffly.
The new-comer looked at Charcam.

Sir Rowland waved his hand, and the attendant withdrew.
"You don't recollect me, I presume ?" premised the stranger, taking a seat.
The knight, who could ill brook this familiarity, instantly arose.
"Don't disturb yourself," continued the other, nowise disconcerted by the rebuke.

"I never stand upon ceremony where I know I shall be welcome.

We _have_ met before." "Indeed!" rejoined Sir Rowland, haughtily; "perhaps, you will refresh my memory as to the time, and place." "Let me see.