“No, indeed. She’s as trim a little thing as any on the river. She’s been fresh painted, black with two red streaks.”

“Thanks. I hope that you will hear soon from Mr. Smith. I am going down the river; and if I should see anything of the Aurora I shall let him know that you are uneasy. A black funnel, you say?”

“No, sir. Black with a white band.”

“Ah, of course. It was the sides which were black. Good morning, Mrs. Smith.⁠—There is a boatman here with a wherry, Watson. We shall take it and cross the river.