His sanguine energy enabled him to lose the thought, at ordinary times, of the risks to which he himself was exposed; but occasionally he reflected that public life might even yet be made impossible for him, and then he cursed the moral stupidity of people in general.
At eleven o'clock next morning he entered Burlington House.

In the vestibule at the head of the stairs stood Mrs.Wade, and Northway, indistinguishable from ordinary frequenters of the exhibition, was not far off.

This gentleman had a reason for what he was doing; he wished to discover who Mr.Marks really was, and what (since the political plea could no longer be credited) had been his interest in Lilian.
"He is here already," said Mrs.Wade, as she joined Denzil.

"Among the sculpture--the inner room." "Then I shall follow you at a distance.

Challenge that fellow to go up to Glazzard and address him as Mr.Marks." The widow led in the direction she had indicated, through the central hall, then to the right, Northway following close.