I know her; and it is through her that I hope to find out his address for you." "But her address is his address now, Mr.Conolly.I think it is somewhere in West Kensington." Conolly stopped, and turned upon her so suddenly that she recoiled a step, frightened.
"Since when, pray ?" "Very lately, I think.

I do not know." They neither moved nor spoke for some moments: she earnestly regretting that she had lingered so far behind her companions in the terrible darkness.

He walked on at last faster than before.

No more words passed between them until they came out into the moonlight close to the veranda.

Then he stopped again, and took off his hat.
"Permit me to leave you now," he said, with an artificial politeness worthy of Douglas himself.