1/15 CHAPTER XVIII. They were sitting at the window upon Broadway watching the promenaders along that famous thoroughfare; for thirty years ago the fashionable walk was between the Park and the Battery, and Bunker's was close to Morris Street, a little above the Bowling Green. Her aunt supposed it to be the husband of her friend, Mrs.Nancy Newt, whom she had seen upon a previous visit to New York this same summer. They both looked up and saw a gentleman they had never seen before. He bowed pleasantly, and said, "Ladies, my name is Lawrence Newt." There was a touch of quaintness in his manner, as in his dress. |