It was in your handwriting.' He paused so long that Leonard presently said: 'Well!' 'It was signed Jasper Everard.

Jasper Everard! my name; and yet it was sent by my son, who was christened, if I remember rightly, Leonard!' Then he went on, only in a cold acrid manner which made his son feel as though a February wind was blowing on his back: 'I think there need not have been much trouble in learning to avoid confusing our names.

They are really dissimilar.

Have you any explanation to offer of the--the error, let us call it ?' A bright thought struck Leonard.
'Why, sir,' he said, 'I put it in your name as they had written to you.

I thought it only courteous.' The elder man winced; he had not expected the excuse.