This morning I posted a note to you; of course, you haven't received it yet.' Alma did her best to behave with dignity.

In any case it would have been trying to encounter such a man as Redgrave--wealthy, elegant, a figure in society, who must necessarily regard her as banished from polite circles; and in her careless costume she felt more than abashed.
For the first time a sense of degradation, of social inferiority, threatened to overwhelm her self-respect.
'How did you know my address ?' she asked, with an involuntary imitation of hauteur, made pathetic by the flush on her face and the lingering half-smile.
'Mrs.Frothingham kindly gave it me .-- You were walking this way, I think ?--My sister is living at Stuttgart, and I happened to come over just in time to act as her courier on a journey to Salzburg.

We got here yesterday, and go on tomorrow, or the day after.

I dropped you a note, asking if I might call.' 'Where have you seen Mamma lately ?' asked Alma, barely attentive to the explanations he was giving her.
'In London, quite by chance.

In fact, it was at Waterloo Station.