"Yes," cried he; "there is one into Drury Lane."
"Then, by that I have lost him!" was the reply which he made to
himself. And returning homewards, he arrived there a few minutes
after twelve.
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CHAPTER XVII.
THE MEETING OF EXILES.
"And they lifted up their voices and wept."
Thaddeus awoke in the morning with his heart full of the last night's
rencontre. One moment he regretted that he had not been seen by his
friend. In the next, when he surveyed his altered state, he was
almost reconciled to the disappointment. Then, reproaching himself
for a pride so unbecoming his principles and dishonorable to
friendship, he asked, if he were in Somerset's place, and Somerset in
his, whether he could ever pardon the morose delicacy which had
prevented the communication of his friend's misfortunes, and arrival
in the same kingdom with himself.
These reflections soon persuaded his judgment to what his heart was
so much inclined: determining him to inquire Pembroke's address of
every one likely to know a man of Sir Robert Somerset's consequence,
and then to venture a letter.
In the midst of these meditations the door opened, and Mrs. Robson
appeared, drowned in tears.
"My dear, dear sir!" cried she, "my William is going. I have just
taken a last look of his sweet face.
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