MR. JORROCKS 



seems the proper way of advancing to a city 

 man's residence, you pass the Foundling Hospital 

 in Guildford Street, cross Brunswick Square, and 

 turning short to the left you find yourself in 

 * Great Coram Street.' Neat unassuming houses 

 form the sides, and the west end is graced with 

 a building that acts the double part of a reading- 

 room and swimming-bath; 'literature and lave- 

 ment ' is over the door. 



'Where can this be from, Binjimin?' inquired 

 Mr. Jorrocks, taking the letter before mentioned 

 as he sat in his red morocco hunting-chair in the 

 back drawing-room in Great Coram Street. 



' 'Andley Cross ! Where is that ? ' said he, 

 looking at the post-mark. ' Knows no one there, 

 I think,' continued he, cutting the paper on each 

 side of the seal with a pair of large scissors kept 

 in the capacious black inkstand before him. 

 Having opened the envelope, a large sheet of 

 white paper and a gilt-edged pink satin-paper 

 note, headed with an embossed stag-hunt, pre- 

 sented themselves. He opened the note first. 

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