I went up to town bearing the Callan article, and a letter of warm commendation from Callan to Fox.

I had been very docile; had accepted emendations; had lavished praise, had been unctuous and yet had contrived to retain the dignified savour of the editorial "we." Callan himself asked no more.
I was directed to seek Fox out--to find him immediately.

The matter was growing urgent.

Fox was not at the office--the brand new office that I afterward saw pass through the succeeding stages of business-like comfort and dusty neglect.

I was directed to ask for him at the stage door of the Buckingham.
I waited in the doorkeeper's glass box at the Buckingham.