It is probable,
however, that the premises had been improperly formed: for it is
certain, that when he approached the great man's door he felt his
heart agitated by an unusual pulsation.
He had almost reached it, when he observed among gentleman coming
out, dressed in a white frock and a red laced waistcoat, with a
small switch in his hand, which he seemed to manage with a
particular good grace. As he passed him on the steps, the stranger
very politely made him a bow, which Harley returned, though he could
not remember ever having seen him before. He asked Harley, in the
same civil manner, if he was going to wait on his friend the
baronet. "For I was just calling," said he, "and am sorry to find
that he is gone for some days into the country."
Harley thanked him for his information, and was turning from the
door, when the other observed that it would be proper to leave his
name, and very obligingly knocked for that purpose.
"Here is a gentleman, Tom, who meant to have waited on your master."
"Your name, if you please, sir?"
"Harley."
"You'll remember, Tom, Harley."
The door was shut. "Since we are here," said he, "we shall not lose
our walk if we add a little to it by a turn or two in Hyde Park.
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