Leaving the door ajar, he stepped out into the street and looked up to the top windows.

There was no light behind the blinds.
As if satisfied, he went hack into the house and to his room.
The factory was at so short a distance from Walnut Tree Walk that Gilbert was able to come home for breakfast and dinner.

When he entered at mid-day on Monday, his mother pointed to a letter on the mantel-piece.

He examined the address, and was at a loss to recognise the writing.
'Who's this from, I wonder ?' he said, as he opened the envelope.
He found a short letter, and a printed slip which looked like a circular.

The former ran thus: 'Sir,--I am about to deliver a course of evening lectures on a period of English Literature in a room which I have taken for the purpose, No .-- High Street, Lambeth.