"
Before dark they had arrived at the hotel, and the horses were in the
stable. Edward had procured an apartment to his satisfaction, and,
feeling fatigued with his two days' traveling, had gone to bed.
The following morning he examined the letters which had been given to
him by the intendant, and inquired of Sampson if he could direct him
on his way. Sampson knew London well; and Edward set out to Spring
Gardens, to deliver a letter, which the intendant informed him was
confidential, to a person of the name of Langton. Edward knocked and
was ushered in, Sampson taking a seat in the hall, while Edward was
shown into a handsomely-furnished library, where he found himself in
the presence of a tall, spare man, dressed after the fashion of the
Roundheads of the time. He presented the letter. Mr. Langton bowed,
and requested Edward to sit down; and, after Edward had taken a chair,
he then seated himself and opened the letter.
"You are right welcome, Master Armitage," said Mr. Langton; "I find
that, young as you appear to be, you are in the whole confidence of
our mutual friend, Master Heatherstone. He hints at your being
probably obliged to take a journey to the north, and that you will be
glad to take charge of any letters which I may have to send in that
direction.
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