I don't suppose that since the days of his childhood, when surely he was taken to see the Tower, he had been once east of Temple Bar.

He looked about him sullenly; and when I pointed out in the distance the rounded front of the Eastern Hotel at the bifurcation of two very broad, mean, shabby thoroughfares, rising like a grey stucco tower above the lowly roofs of the dirty-yellow, two-storey houses, he only grunted disapprovingly.
"I wouldn't lay too much stress on what you have been telling me," I observed quietly as we approached that unattractive building.

"No man will believe a girl who has just accepted his suit to be not well balanced,--you know." "Oh! Accepted his suit," muttered Fyne, who seemed to have been very thoroughly convinced indeed.

"It may have been the other way about." And then he added: "I am going through with it." I said that this was very praiseworthy but that a certain moderation of statement.

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