He looked so ill, she said.

She had seen him with a young person.

I suspected something directly.

I went to his room, and there was an envelope on the mantelpiece, and a letter with an address in Seton Street, off the Kennington Road." Mrs.Hilbery fidgeted rather restlessly, and hummed fragments of her tune, as if to interrupt.
"I went to Seton Street," Aunt Celia continued firmly.

"A very low place--lodging-houses, you know, with canaries in the window.