Sidney learnt at length what her desire had been in coming to him; she hoped he would see Clara and persuade her to return home.
'I dursn't tell her' father,' she kept repeating.

'But perhaps it isn't true what Mrs.Tubbs says.

Do go an' speak to her before it's too late.
Say we won't ask her to come 'ome, if only she'll let us know what she's goin' to do.' In the end he promised to perform this service, and to communicate the result that evening.

It was Saturday; at half-past one he left the workroom, hastened home to prepare himself for the visit, and, without thinking of dinner, set out to find the address Mrs.Hewett had given him.

His steps were directed to a dull street on the north of Pentonville Road; the house at which he mad e inquiry was occupied by a drum-manufacturer.