Sayingsomethingapologeticallyashecrossedthehall，totheeffectthatatthattimeofnighttheywerenotinthehabitofreceivinganyone，andwerealwaysshutup，MrFlintwinchledthewayintohisownoffice，whichpresentedasufficientlybusiness-
likeappearance。Hereheputthelightonhisdesk，andsaidtothestranger，withhiswryesttwistuponhim，’Yourcommands。’
’MYnameisBlandois。’
’Blandois。Idon’tknowit，’saidJeremiah。
’Ithoughtitpossible，’resumedtheother，’thatyoumighthavebeenadvisedfromParis——’