In a pastry-cook's shop?
Far more likely.

Driving about in a cab?
Possible, certainly; but no more.

Loitering away the time in some quiet locality, out-of-doors?
Likely enough, again, on that fine autumn evening.

The captain paused, weighed the relative claims on his attention of the quiet locality and the pastry-cook's shop; and decided for the first of the two.

There was time enough to find her at the pastry-cook's, to inquire after her at the principal hotels, or, finally, to intercept her in Mr.Huxtable's immediate neighborhood from seven to eight.