Truly Ishmael's good qualities had made him deeply beloved.

When the hack reached the hotel, Ishmael found Judge Merlin, all
greatcoated and shawled, walking up and down before the door with
much impatience. His luggage had been brought down.

"You see I am in time, judge."

"Yes, Ishmael. Good morning. I was afraid you would not be, however.
I was afraid you would oversleep yourself after your hard ride. But
have you breakfasted?"

"Oh, yes! My dear old friends were up before day to have breakfast
with me."

"I tell you what, Ishmael, they are really two charming old ladies,
and if ever I get right again and spend another winter in this city,
I will try to get them to take me to board. They would make a home
for a man," said the judge.

While they were talking the porters were busy putting Judge Merlin's
luggage upon Ishmael's hack.

"You have not heard whether the 'Errand Boy' has reached the wharf?"
inquired Ishmael.

"Not a word. There has been no arrival here this morning from any
quarter, as I understand from the head waiter."

"I am really afraid Mr. Brudenell will miss the train."