Was she going to Euston Station?
Another of those meetings perhaps in a waiting-room, that Laura had already described! Unutterable disgust as well as blind fury filled him.

He was too overcome with passion to reason with himself even.

No, it was not Euston--they were turning into the Tottenham Court Road--and so into a side street.

And here a back tire on his taxi went, with a loud report, and the driver came to a stop.

And, almost foaming with rage, Tristram saw the green taxi disappear round the further corner of a mean street, and he knew it would be lost to view before he could overtake it: there was none other in sight.