Well! I'm rather glad, after all, that Mitchell doesn't live in that horrid little hole.' 'I'm sure you are,' said Edith; 'it could be no possible satisfaction to you to know that a friend and colleague of yours is either distressingly hard up or painfully penurious.' They arrived at the house, but there were no lights, and no sign of life.

The Mitchells lived here all right, but they were out.

The parlourmaid explained.

The dinner-party had been Saturday, the night before....
'Strange,' said Bruce, as he got in again.

'I had a curious presentiment that something was going wrong about this dinner at the Mitchells'.' 'What dinner at the Mitchells'?
There doesn't seem to be any.' 'Do you know,' Bruce continued his train of thought, 'I felt certain somehow that it would be a failure.