The landlady came.
'Will you please to tell me,' he asked 'whether Mrs.Widdowson is here ?' The sly curiosity of the woman's face informed him at once that she saw something unusual in these circumstances.
'Yes, sir.

Mrs.Widdowson is with her sister,' 'Thank you.' Without another word he departed.

But went only a short distance, and until midnight kept Mrs.Conisbee's door in view.

The rain fell, the air was raw; shelterless, and often shivering with fever, Widdowson walked the pavement with a constable's regularity.

He could not but remember the many nights when he thus kept watch in Walworth Road and in Rutland Street, with jealousy, then too, burning in his heart, but also with amorous ardours, never again to be revived.