Then he walked very leisurely along Kennington Road, and on, and on, till he had crossed the river.
Wondering in which direction he should next turn, he suddenly found himself repeating, with unaccountable transition of thought, the words "South Bank, Regent's Park." In all likelihood, he said to himself presently, they were suggested by some inscription on a passing omnibus, noted unconsciously.

The address was that he had read in Miss Enderby's note-book.

Why not ramble in that direction as well as another, and amuse himself by guessing which house it was that the governess lived in?
He had not seen her since the uproar which had terminated his connection with the young Tootles.

Was it true that she had then already decided to give up her position?
If not, his outbreak of temper had doubtless resulted unpleasantly for her, seeing that Mrs.
Tootle would almost certainly dismiss her out of mere spite.

Several times during the last two days he had thought of conveying to her a note by some means, to express in some way or other this fear, and the regret it caused him; the real motive, he knew well enough, would be a hope of receiving a reply from her.