THE BLIND PASSENGER.
time. I wished to take that opportunity of making my blind companion some amends for my first suspicions, which I now felt to be perfectly groundless.
“Have I your leave, gentlemen?” exclaimed the postboy on arriving at the place in question. His politeness, however, was confined to words, for before any one could answer, he jumped off his horse, and left the care of the cattle to the ostler, who was standing before the inn in evident expectation of his coming.
All alighted except the man in the frieze coat. I, therefore, soon resumed my seat, intending to enter into conversation with him, when the postilion looked in at the window, and exclaimed, “You may get out, without any fear, if you choose; it does not signify here in Winzendorf, for no one here asks whether passengers are blind or not, so as they have money.”—
The stranger replied that he should stay in the coach.
“Then,” said the postboy, “I must beg you to remember the driver now, before we go any