CHAPTER XXXV.
HOUSE-WARMING On a Sunday afternoon in October, when Abraham Woodstock had lain in his grave for three months, Waymark met Julian Casti by appointment in Sloane Square, and they set forth together on a journey to Peckham.
They were going thither by invitation, and, to judge from the laughter which accompanied their talk, their visit was likely to afford them entertainment.

The merriment on Julian's side was not very natural; he looked indeed too ill to enjoy mirth of any kind.

As they stood in the Square, waiting for an omnibus, he kept glancing uneasily about him, especially in the direction whence they had come.

It had the appearance of a habit, but before they had stood much more than a minute, he started and exclaimed in a low voice to his companion-- "I told you so.

She is just behind there.