It was a comparatively warm day for the season, but his thin frame was closely muffled up, and still he seemed to be shrinking under the air.
"Have you any idea where he can be ?" Mr.Woodstock asked, as they turned away together.
"None whatever.

I must see him to-night, though, if possible." "Ha! And I too." As he spoke Mr.Woodstock looked at the other keenly, and something seemed to suggest itself to him.
"I'm going to see if he's been for the rents as usual.

Would you care to come with me ?" Julian looked surprised, but assented.

They got into the cab together, and alighted at the end of Litany Lane, having scarcely spoken on the way.

Inquiries here showed that the collector had gone his rounds, and departed, it was said, in the ordinary way.
"Have you an hour to spare, Mr.Casti ?" asked the old gentleman, turning suddenly after a moment's reflection.
"Certainly." "Then I wish you'd just come on with me to St.John's Street Road.