So I took them with me
to town in the morning, left them at Madge's lodgings, and was gone to
join Philip ere the laughing and crying of their meeting with her was
half-done.
As there was little chance to find Captain Falconer stirring early,
Phil and I gave the forenoon to his arrangements with his man of law
at Lincoln's Inn. When these were satisfactorily concluded, and a
visit incidental to them had been made to a bank in the city, we
refreshed ourselves at the Globe tavern in Fleet Street, and then
turned our faces Westward.
At the tavern that Madge had named, we learned where Falconer abode,
but, proceeding to his lodgings, found he had gone out. We looked in
at various places whither we were directed; but 'twas not till late in
the afternoon, that Philip caught sight of him writing a letter at a
table in the St. James Coffeehouse.
Philip recognised him from the view he had obtained the previous
night; but, to make sure, he nudged me to look. On my giving a nod of
confirmation, Philip went to him at once, and said:
"Pray pardon my interrupting: you are Captain Falconer, I believe."
The captain looked up, and saw only Philip, for I stood a little to
the rear of the former's elbow.
"I believe so, too, sir," he replied urbanely.
"Our previous meeting was so brief," said Philip, "that I doubt you
did not observe my face so as to recall it now."
"That must be the case," said the captain, "for I certainly do not
remember having ever met you.
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