As he stood there in front of the coffee-house, a gentleman * rode out of St. Martin's Lane, reined in his horse, stood up in the stirrups, and surveyed the ongoing low-intensity riot that was Charing Cross, looking anxious until he caught sight of whatever he was looking for. Then he relaxed, sat down, and rode slowly in the general direction of – Isaac Newton. Daniel sat down in that wee garden in front of Mrs. Green's, and ordered coffee and a newspaper.