My Letter of Introduction
by Judge Clark
“I’m sorry I can’t go up to London with you,” said Mr. Bridgnorth, who had just crossed the Channel with me, as we stood chatting at the Dover railway station, whither he had come to see me off.
Our brief acquaintance, struck up the night before on the Calais packet, had been rendered so agreeable by Mr. Bridgnorth’s affability, that I was more than half prepared, if not to dispute the dogma that gruffness is the predominating feature of English manners, at least to admit that it is a rule not without exception.
“It would afford me pleasure,” he added, “to act the part of ‘guide, philosopher, and friend,’ on your first visit to the great metropolis; but since that cannot be,—business before pleasure, you know—I’ve written a letter to a chum of mine in town, which you would do well to present as soon as… Read More