Archie was half asleep, and did not notice the entrance of his friend.

"Let her know that you're there," said Doodles, close into Archie Clavering's ear; "damme, let her know that you're there." Archie started, and did not like the surprise, or the warm breath in his ear; but he forgave the offence for the wisdom of the words that had been spoken.
Then he walked home by himself, repeating again and again the invaluable teachings of his friend.
During breakfast on the following day--which means from the hour of one till two, for the glasses of iced gin-and-water had been many--Archie Clavering was making up his mind that he would begin at once.

He would go to Bolton Street on that day, and make an attempt to be admitted.

If not admitted to-day, he would make another attempt to-morrow; and, if still unsuccessful, he would write a letter--not a letter containing an offer, which, according to Archie's ideas, would not be letting her know that he was there in a manner sufficiently potential; but a letter in which he would explain that he had very grave reasons for wishing to see his near and dear connection, Lady Ongar.

Soon after two he sallied out, and he also went to a hairdresser's.