This was duly examined and passed by the custom house officers; the bulk of their luggage to be afterward brought on by the groom of Lord Enderby, who was left in charge.
There was a train for Washington at nine o’clock. It was now seven.
They had time to go to a hotel and take tea.
They had scarcely left the custom house officers before they were assailed by a swarm of newsboys crying their papers.
“Eve-en-ing——” this, that, or the other.
“Latest from the Perningsalar!”
“Capture of the blockade runner Argente by United States ship Eagle!” etc., etc.
“Hi! Boy! Let us have a paper!” called Mr. Force, as they were swarming past him to a large group of men who were also just off the steamer, famishing for news and calling for venders.
Two or three turned back.
Mr. Force and the earl bought papers from all of them.