We can find a quiet corner in the upper smoking-room;" and Harry, looking up, saw that he was standing by the steps of the Army and Navy Club.
"Good God, not there!" he cried in a sharp low voice, and moved quickly into the roadway, where no light fell directly on his face.

Sutch limped after him.

"Nor to-night.

It is late.

To-morrow if you will, in some quiet place, and after nightfall.