However, my mind was made up: I thanked my obliging friend, and placed myself at his disposal.
Our way now led us into the north-east quarter of the town, among pleasant new faubourgs, to a decent new church of a good size, where I was soon seated by the side of my good Samaritan, and looked upon by a whole congregation of menacing faces.

At first the possibility of danger kept me awake; but by the time I had assured myself there was none to be apprehended, and the service was not in the least likely to be enlivened by the arrest of a French spy, I had to resign myself to the task of listening to Dr.Henry Gray.
As we moved out, after this ordeal was over, my friend was at once surrounded and claimed by his acquaintances of the congregation; and I was rejoiced to hear him addressed by the expected name of Robbie.
So soon as we were clear of the crowd--'Mr.Robbie ?' said I, bowing.
'The very same, sir,' said he.
'If I mistake not, a lawyer ?' 'A writer to His Majesty's Signet, at your service.' 'It seems we were predestined to be acquaintances!' I exclaimed.

'I have here a card in my pocket intended for you.

It is from my family lawyer.
It was his last word, as I was leaving, to ask to be remembered kindly, and to trust you would pass over so informal an introduction.' And I offered him the card.
'Ay, ay, my old friend Daniel!' says he, looking on the card.

'And how does my old friend Daniel ?' I gave a favourable view of Mr.Romaine's health.
'Well, this is certainly a whimsical incident,' he continued.