I tried the places in Bond Street, and Piccadilly, and Wigmore Street, and so on to begin with.

Then I began to work east, and directly I saw the things in the window here I felt sure I had found you at last.

You tiresome fellow! Here I have wasted nearly half my holidays looking for you." "I am so sorry, Ruthven." "Sorry! you ought to be more than sorry.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself, downright ashamed.

But, there, I won't say any more now.