CHAPTER XII. 



VISITORS — THE UXKNOV/X — HIS NOSE — PULLINGER — PRO- 

 VERBIAL PHILOSOPHY — NO ROO^NI— LEFT SITTING. 



AUNTERING home after this Horse trial 

 which has ended in my giving up Clumber, 

 Spoker, and Co., and in Trott's promising to 

 send me word directly he sees anything likely 

 to suit me, I find at the garden-gate a carriage full of people. 

 Three Ladies and a Clergyman. Accompanying them, and 

 evidently as a detachment of the party, are a tall gentleman 

 and a young lady on horseback. 



Doddridge, the melancholy Doddridge, is evidently ex- 

 plaining to them that there's nobody at home M'hen I arrive. 

 The Clergyman, seeing me, raises his hat. He is a brown- 

 faced man v/ith a big nose. His nose strikes me at once as 

 something I've seen before, and having been once seen, not 

 to be easily forgotten. It's a nose that he seems to use as 

 he would his index finger, to emphasize his remarks with. 

 Every movement of his head is in his nose, and I am sure 

 that, if his arguments have any force in the pulpit, it must 

 be from the logical character of his nose. His nose, start- 

 ing from between the eyebrows, leads you along a clearly 



