"We must see about getting it to-morrow." "Well, madam"-- Captain Bewes knocked out his pipe, drained his glass, and rose--"the boxes shall be delivered up as soon as you bring me authority: and I trust, for my own sake as well as yours, the contents will clear up this mystery for us.

I shall be tied to my ship for the next three days, possibly for another week--" He was holding out his hand to Mrs.Wesley when the door opened behind him, and Sally appeared.
"If you please," she announced, "there's a gentleman without, wishes to see the company.

He calls himself Mr.Wesley." "It cannot be Charles ?" Mrs.Wesley turned towards her son Sam.
"But Charles must be at Westminster and in bed these two hours!" "Surely," said he.
"'Tis not young Master Charles, ma'am, nor anyone like him: but a badger-faced old gentleman who snaps up a word before 'tis out of your mouth." "Show him in," commanded Matthew: and the words were scarcely out before the visitor stood in the doorway.

Mrs.Wesley recognised him at once as the old gentleman who had stood beside her that morning and watched the fight.
"Good evening, ma'am.

I learned your address at Westminster: or, to be precise, at the Reverend Samuel Wesley's.