She walked about till, with some difficulty in the darkness, she had discovered the number at which Julian had told her his friend lived.

The house found, she began to pace up and down on the opposite pavement, always keeping her eyes fixed on the same door.

She was soon shivering in the cold night air, and quickened her walk.

It was rather more than an hour before the door she was watching at length opened, and two friends came out together.
Harriet followed them as closely as she could, until she saw that she herself was observed.

Thereupon she walked away, and, by a circuit, ultimately came back into the main road, where she took a 'bus going northwards.
Harriet's cousin, when alone of an evening, sat in his bedroom, the world shut out, his thoughts in long past times, rebuilding the ruins of a fallen Empire.
When he was eighteen, the lad had the good luck to light upon a cheap copy of Gibbon in a second-hand book-shop.