In fact, I don't like Mrs.Lessingham .-- And what the devil has it to do with me ?" He strode up to the villa.

Possibly they were there; yet he didn't like to call--for various reasons.

He fretted about the roads, this way and that, till hunger oppressed him.

Having eaten at the first restaurant he came to, he directed his steps towards the Mergellina again.

At two o'clock he reached the house and made inquiry.