Whatsoever ambitions he nourished presumed London as their starting-point.

It was then after all not very singular that on this first night of his return he should make a pilgrimage to the spot whence he had drawn such vital impressions.

For a long time he stood looking down the grass slope ragged with brambles and stunted trees, and comprehending the whole lighted city in his glance.
On the way home his mind, which soon tired of a plunge into sentiment, reverted to the thought of Miss Le Mesurier, and he speculated unsuccessfully on the motive which had prompted her to send him so immediate an invitation.

The enigmatic interest which she took in him, gave to him in fact a very definite interest in her.

He wondered again what she was like.