"If all goes right, I shall call upon him between eight and nine o'clock." Feeling sure that, after what I had said to her, she would say nothing to Hayle about my visit, I returned to my own hotel and retired to rest.
Next morning I was up betimes, had breakfasted, and was at Foxwell's Hotel before eight o'clock had struck.

I proceeded straight to the bar, where I discovered my acquaintance of the previous evening, in curl papers, assiduously dusting shelves and counter.

There was a fragrance of the last night's potations still hovering about the place, which had the dreary, tawdry appearance that was so different to the glamour of the previous night.

I bade the girl good-morning, and then inquired whether she had seen anything of my friend.

At first she did not appear to recognize me, but on doing so she volunteered to go off and make inquiries.