They had just got seated in the cars, and were expecting the signal whistle to shriek out every instant, when Ishmael, who was seated nearest the window, saw a gentleman in a great-coat, and with his shawl over his arm, and his umbrella and hat-box in his hand, hurrying frantically past.
"There is Mr. Brudenell now!" he exclaimed with pleasure, as he tapped upon the window to attract that gentleman's attention.
Mr. Brudenell looked up, nodded quickly, and darted on, and the next moment hurried in at the end door of the car and came down to them just as the signal whistle shrieked out and the train started.
Ishmael reserved the seat in front of himself and the judge, and invited Mr. Brudenell to take it.
The latter gentleman dropped into his place and then held out his hand to greet his fellow-passengers.
"So you are going with us to England. I am very glad of it," said the judge, though in fact he looked very pale and worn, as if he never could be glad again in this world.
"Yes," said Mr. Brudenell, "I am very glad indeed to be of your party. Good-morning, Worth!"
"Good-morning, sir! You were very fortunate to catch the train."
"Very! I was within half a minute of missing it. I had a run for it,
I assure you."
"I beg your pardon, sir! Have you breakfasted?" here inquired the professor, in all the conscious importance of carrying a hamper.