He pronounced the name as if he hated it,—and yet as if he loved to have it on his tongue. 

 ‘What Paul Lessingham?’ 

 ‘There is only one Paul Lessingham! The Paul Lessingham,—the great Paul Lessingham!’ 

 He shrieked, rather than said this, with an outburst of rage so frenzied that I thought, for the moment, that he was going to spring on me and rend me. I shook all over. I do not doubt that, as I replied, my voice was sufficiently tremulous. 

 ‘All the world knows Paul Lessingham,—the politician,—the statesman.’ 

 As he glared at me his eyes dilated. I still stood in expectation of a physical assault. But, for the present, he contented himself with words. 

 ‘To-night you are going through his window like a thief!’ 

 I had no inkling of his meaning,—and, apparently, judging from his next words, I looked something of the bewilderment I felt. 

 ‘You do not understand?—no!—it is simple!—what could be simpler? I say that to-night—to-night!—you are going through his window like a thief. You came through my window,—why not through the window of Paul Lessingham, the politician—the statesman.’ 

 He repeated my words as if in mockery. I am—I make it my boast!—of that great multitude which regards Paul Lessingham as the greatest living force in practical politics; and which looks to him, with confidence, to carry through that great work of constitutional and social reform which he has set himself to do. I daresay that my tone, in speaking of him, savoured of laudation,—which, plainly, the man in the bed resented. What he meant by his wild words about my going through Paul Lessingham’s window like a thief, I still had not the faintest notion. They sounded like the ravings of a madman. 

 As I continued silent, and he yet stared, there came into his tone another note,—a note of tenderness,—a note of which I had not deemed him capable. 

 ‘He is good to look at, Paul Lessingham,—is he not good to look at?’ 

 I was aware that, physically, Mr Lessingham was a fine specimen of manhood, but I was not prepared for the assertion of the fact in such a quarter,—nor for the manner in which the temporary master of my fate continued to harp and enlarge upon the theme. 

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