Mr.Pincornet, with an affable, "Ah, hunter!" to Gaudylock, passed on to greet an entering compatriot, the good Abbe Dubois.
Rand sat still, his head propped upon one hand, the fingers of the other moving upon the board before him, half aimlessly, half deliberately, as though he wrote in a dream.

Opposite him rested Adam, placid as an eastern god.

The room began to fill and the murmur of voices to deepen.
"The Red Deer is late," affirmed some one.

"Damned heavy roads!" "Then they've sent on a rider!" cried another.

"Here's Lynch's man with the bag!" It being the custom to address letters, papers, and pamphlets to gentlemen at "Lynch's Coffee House," there was now a general movement of interest and expectation.