It's market-day, is it not?
Send out, and see whether Mr.Cary is still in town;" and Amyas strode out, and along the quay to Bridgeland Street, and knocked at Mr.Salterne's door.
Salterne himself opened it, with his usual stern courtesy.
"I saw you coming up the street, sir.

I have been expecting this honor from you for some time past.

I dreamt of you only last night, and many a night before that too.

Welcome, sir, into a lonely house.

I trust the good knight your general is well." "The good knight my general is with God who made him, Mr.Salterne." "Dead, sir ?" "Foundered at sea on our way home; and the Delight lost too." "Humph!" growled Salterne, after a minute's silence.