CHAPTER XXXVIII.
GODFREY AND LETTY.
It was a sad, gloomy, kindless November night, when Godfrey arrived in London.

The wind was cold, the pavements were cold, the houses seemed to be not only cold but feeling it.

The very dust that blow in his face was cold.

Now cold is a powerful ally of the commonplace, and imagination therefore was not very busy in the bosom of Godfrey Wardour as he went to find Letty Helmer, which was just as well, in the circumstances.

He was cool to the very heart when he walked up to the door indicated by Mary, and rung the bell: Mrs.Helmer was at home: would he walk up stairs?
It was not a house of ceremonies; he was shown up and up and into the room where she sat, without a word carried before to prepare her for his visit.