They gave the address in the paper.

Somewhere in the Euston Road, isn't it?
But I was afraid of intruding upon a sorrow that I could not lighten.

Poor woman! What a state she must be in! And her only child, too! What did she say about it all ?" "My dear Basil, how do I know ?" murmured Dorian Gray, sipping some pale-yellow wine from a delicate, gold-beaded bubble of Venetian glass and looking dreadfully bored.

"I was at the opera.

You should have come on there.