Please walk carefully." She followed him in silence down three flights of stone steps.

On each landing there were names upon the doors--two firms of hop merchants, a solicitor, and a commission agent.

The ground floor was some sort of warehouse, from which came a strong smell of leather.
Tavernake opened the outside door with a small key and they passed into the street.
"London Bridge Station is just across the way," he said.

"The refreshment room will be open and we can get some breakfast at once." "What time is it ?" she asked.
"About half-past seven." She walked by his side quite meekly, and although there were many things which she was longing to say, she remained absolutely without the power of speech.

Except that he was looking a little crumpled, there was nothing whatever in his appearance to indicate that he had been up all night.