“You certainly need not be at that trouble. His address just at this present moment is ‘Waiting-room, 3, Bishop’s Place.’”
He touched a bell.
“Send in the gentleman who went last into the room,” he said to the messenger, and before Jack or Priscilla had recovered from their surprise, a black-bearded, well-built man, wearing a jacket and carrying a tall hat of an obsolete pattern that had been called in several years before, entered the room, and gave a fine quarterdeck bow all round.
“Captain Lyman,” said Mr. Liscomb, “this is the lady and gentleman about whom we had our chat just now.”
“Proud, ma’am—proud, sir,” said Captain Lyman, bowing once more.
“Captain Lyman,” said Priscilla quickly. “Was your sister Lucy ever married to Marcus Blaydon?”
“Never, ma’am, never; and never will be if I can help it,” was the reply.