Suppose, by way of testing each other's dispositions, they were to interchange views on some book with which both were likely to be acquainted: say, Keats's poems?
In conclusion, the "O.

W." of the advertisement signed himself Osmond Waymark.
The result was that, a week after, Casti received an invitation to call on Waymark, at the latter's lodgings in Walcot Square, Kennington.

He arrived on a Saturday evening, just after eight o'clock.

The house he sought proved to be one of very modest appearance; small, apparently not too clean, generally uninviting.

But a decent-looking woman opened the door, and said that Mr.Waymark would be found in response to a knock at the first-floor front.