There was never anybody named Vance who wasn’t a music-hall singer.’
‘That’s the beauty of it,’ returned John; ‘it gives you some standing at once. You may call yourself Fortescue till all’s blue, and nobody cares; but to be Vance gives a man a natural nobility.’
‘But there’s lots of other theatrical names,’ cried Morris. ‘Leybourne, Irving, Brough, Toole—’
‘Devil a one will I take!’ returned his brother. ‘I am going to have my little lark out of this as well as you.’
‘Very well,’ said Morris, who perceived that John was determined to carry his point, ‘I shall be Robert Vance.’
‘And I shall be George Vance,’ cried John, ‘the only original George Vance! Rally round the only original!’
Repairing as well as they were able the disorder of their clothes, the Finsbury brothers returned to Browndean by a circuitous route in quest of luncheon and a suitable cottage. It is not always easy to drop at a moment’s notice on a furnished residence in a retired locality; but fortune presently introduced our adventurers to a deaf carpenter, a man rich in cottages of the required description, and unaffectedly eager to supply their wants. The second place they visited, standing, as it did, about a mile and a half from any neighbours, caused them to exchange a glance of hope. On a nearer view, the place was not without depressing features. It stood in a marshy-looking hollow of a heath; tall trees obscured its windows; the thatch visibly rotted on the rafters; and the walls were stained with splashes of unwholesome green. The rooms were small, the ceilings low, the furniture merely nominal; a strange chill and a haunting smell of damp pervaded the kitchen; and the bedroom boasted only of one bed.
Morris, with a view to cheapening the place, remarked on this defect.
‘Well,’ returned the man; ‘if you can’t sleep two abed, you’d better take a villa residence.’
‘And then,’ pursued Morris, ‘there’s no water. How do you get your water?’
‘We fill THAT from the spring,’ replied the carpenter, pointing to a big barrel that stood beside the door. ‘The spring ain’t so VERY far off,
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