He was not there.

He was not in the coffee-room.

He was not in the hotel.
I broke my fast in disappointed solitude, and I hung about disconsolate all the morning, looking wistfully for my new-made friend.

Towards mid-day he drove up in a cab which he kept waiting at the curb.
"It's all right!" he cried out in his hearty way.

"I sent my telegram first thing, and I've had the answer at my club.