He beheld Mr.Andrew Cogglesby.
'Drinking Port, Tom ?' said Mr.Andrew.

'I 'll join you': and he sat down opposite to him, rubbing his hands and pushing back his hair.
Jonathan entering briskly with the bill, fell back a step, in alarm.

The old gentleman, whose inviolacy was thus rudely assailed, sat staring at the intruder, his mouth compressed, and three fingers round his glass, which it' was doubtful whether he was not going to hurl at him.
'Waiter!' Mr.Andrew carelessly hailed, 'a pint of this Port, if you please.' Jonathan sought the countenance of the old gentleman.
'Do you hear, sir ?' cried the latter, turning his wrath on him.

'Another pint!' He added: 'Take back the bill'; and away went Jonathan to relate fresh marvels to his mistress.
Mr.Andrew then addressed the old gentleman in the most audacious manner.
'Astonished to see me here, Tom?
Dare say you are.

I knew you came somewhere in this neighbourhood, and, as I wanted to speak to you very particularly, and you wouldn't be visible till Monday, why, I spied into two or three places, and here I am.' You might see they were brothers.