Altogether, from the standpoint of everyone except the alarmed Senator Coot, the affair was not a dinner, but a victory.
It was ten o'clock the morning after, and Richard had just reached the street.

From across the way came a gentleman who apparently had been waiting for him to appear.

It was none other than Mr.Sands, that warlike printer whom Richard rescued from the Africans and set to work.
Richard had not had the pleasure of meeting Mr.Sands since bestowing those benefits upon him.
"There was nothing to come for," explained Mr.Sands when Richard mentioned that deprivation.

"I wouldn't bother you now, only, being in the business, I've naturally a nose for news.

I thought I might put you onto a scoop for the _Daily Tory_.