The toleration for which he sought, when it made its grudging appearance, was mingled with dislike and distrust.

He breathed more freely as he turned into the quieter street in which his rooms were situated, passing them by, however, crossing Curzon Street and embarking upon a brief pilgrimage which had become almost a nightly one.

Within a very few minutes he paused before a certain number in a street even more secluded than his own.

At last the thing which he had so greatly anticipated had happened.

There were lights in the house from top to bottom.