Once he did turn with that intention.

But he had set his mind on comfort and pleasure, and the value of these things is raised, not lowered, by danger and uncertainty.

Quickly his stoicism oozed away; he turned again.
Barely avoiding the rush of a crowd of wretches who were bearing a swooning victim to the river, he hurried through the Rue des Lombards, and reached in safety the house beside the Golden Maid.
He had no doubt now on which side of the Maid Madame St.Lo lived; the house was plain before him.

He had only to knock.

But in proportion as he approached his haven, his anxiety grew.