Unfortunately Christopher was too weary to notice it.
"What was the address ?" she asked in an undertone, which, had but Mr.
Parish understood, fitly accompanied that little movement.
He told her bluntly, and Polly repeated the words "And now I suppose I may say good night," Christopher added, still with discontent.
"Well, thank you very much for getting me that address." "But you won't tell me what you want it for ?" "I will some time.

I can't just now.

It's awful late, and we mustn't stand talking here." Again she came one step nearer.

Now if Christopher Parish had not lost half a Sovereign, or if he had been less worn out, or if the mystery of the evening had not lain so heavy on his mind, assuredly he would have noticed this onward coming; for, as a rule, the young man was sensitive and perceptive enough, all things considered.

Alas! he did not look into Polly's face, which in the dusk of the doorway had turned towards his.
"I'll be going then," he muttered.