But that same morning Mr.Whittington paid a visit to Wogan's lodging and asked to be admitted.

He was told that Mr.Wogan had not yet returned to Bologna.
"So, indeed, I thought," said he; and he sauntered carelessly along, not to his own house, but to one smaller, situated at the bottom of a _cul-de-sac_ and secluded amongst trees.

At the door he asked whether her Ladyship was yet visible, and was at once shown into a room with long windows which stood open to the garden.

Her Ladyship lay upon a sofa sipping her coffee and teasing a spaniel with the toe of her slipper.
"You are early," she said with some surprise.
"And yet no earlier than your Ladyship," said Whittington.
"I have to make my obeisance to my King," said she, stifling a yawn.
"Could one, I ask you, sleep on so important a day ?" Mr.Whittington laughed genially.

Then he opened the door and glanced along the passage.