she asked of Captain Bartolus, who obligingly informed her that even now⁠—if she turned her head a little to the left and looked along the line of his first finger⁠—so⁠—they were passing the Cocoa Tree, where⁠—yes, there he was⁠—one might see

Mr. Addison taking his coffee; the other two gentlemen⁠—“there, Ma’am, a little to the right of the lamppost, one of ’em humped, t’other much the same as you or me”⁠—were Mr. Dryden and Mr. Pope. 1 “Sad dogs,” said the Captain, by which he meant that they were Papists, “but men of parts, none the less,” he added, hurrying aft to superintend the arrangements for landing.