So, weary and heartsick as he was, he took the train to Notting Hill Gate.
"What is it ?" he asked bluntly, on entering the studio.
"Wanted a talk, that was all," replied his friend.

"Hope I haven't disturbed you.

You told me, you remember, that you preferred coming here." "All right.

I thought you might have news for me." "Well," said Franks, smiling at the smoke of his cigarette, "there's perhaps something of the sort." The other regarded him keenly.
"You've done it." "No--o--o; not exactly.

Sit down; you're not in a hurry?
I went to Walham Green a few days ago, but Bertha wasn't at home.