To his surprise, she passed out of the station on the embankment side.
He followed, and nowhere could he see her.

Then he remembered the steps leading to the footpath along the Hungerford Bridge.

Running up these steps he soon caught sight of the young woman, who was walking rapidly towards Waterloo.
A man of the artisan class stared at her as she passed, and said something to her.

She turned fiercely.
"Do you want a swipe on the jaw ?" she demanded.
No, he did not.

What had he done, he would like to know.
"You mind your own business," she said.