Looking about her in annoyance, she found that her husband had bidden the driver pull up, and that he was standing by the wheel.
'Where are you going ?' he asked, smilingly.
'To see a friend.

Why do you stop me when I'm in a hurry?
Tell him to drive on at once.' She was obeyed, and, as the vehicle rolled on, she leaned back, suffering a little from palpitation.

It was a long drive to Great Russell Street, and once or twice she all but altered her direction to the man.

However, she was on the pavement by the Museum gates at last.
When the cab had driven away, she crossed the street.

She went to the house where Egremont had his rooms.
'Yes, Mr.Egremont was at home.' 'Then please to give him this card, and ask if he is at liberty.' She was guided up to the first floor; she entered a room, and found Egremont standing in the midst of packing-cases.