"Oh, bloody hell," said Roger, "she is at Tower Wharf, you cannot see her from here, let us go and pay her a visit." And he alighted from the boat and stomped away up Old Swan Stairs without giving any money to, or even glancing back at, the waterman; who, however, seemed perfectly content. Roger must have an Understanding with him, as he seemed to with all London, a few Jacobites excepted.