There was a hansom just in front of me, and he hailed it.

I followed it so close that the nose of my horse was within a yard of his driver the whole way.
We rattled across Waterloo Bridge and through miles of streets, until, to my astonishment, we found ourselves back in the Terrace in which he had boarded.

I could not imagine what his intention was in returning there; but I went on and pulled up my cab a hundred yards or so from the house.

He entered it, and his hansom drove away.

Give me a glass of water, if you please.