"This low hovel cannot be my kinsman's dwelling," thought he,
"nor yonder old house, where the moonlight enters at the broken
casement; and truly I see none hereabouts that might be worthy of him.
It would have been wise to inquire my way of the ferryman, and
doubtless he would have gone with me, and earned a shilling from the
major for his pains. But the next man I meet will do as well."
He resumed his walk, and was glad to perceive that the street now
became wider, and the houses more respectable in their appearance.
He soon discerned a figure moving on moderately in advance, and
hastened his steps to overtake it. As Robin drew nigh, he saw that the
passenger was a man in years, with a full periwig of gray hair, a
wide-skirted coat of dark cloth, and silk stockings rolled above his
knees. He carried a long and polished cane, which he struck down
perpendicularly before him, at every step; and at regular intervals he
uttered two successive hems, of a peculiarly solemn and sepulchral
intonation. Having made these observations, Robin laid hold of the
skirt of the old man's coat, just when the light from the open door
and windows of a barber's shop fell upon both their figures.
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