In small things as in great, he was mentally like a man walking and working with a broken limb.
* * * * * Arthur Chicksands stood some time that evening waiting on the doorstep of Mrs.Strang's small house, in one of the old streets of Westminster.

'No servants, I suppose,' he said to himself with resignation.

But it was bitterly cold, and he was relieved to hear at last the sound of a voice and a girl's laugh inside.

Pamela opened the door to him, pulling down the sleeves of a thin black dress over her shapely arms.
'Oh, come in.

Margaret's cooking the dinner, and I've laid the table.