It seemed she had always wanted to see Adelphi Terrace.
As they passed through that silent Street she sought to guess, from an inspection of the grim forbidding house fronts, back of which lay the lovely garden, the romantic mystery.

But the houses were so very much like one another.

Before one of them, she noted, a taxi waited.
After dinner her father pleaded for a music-hall as against what he called "some highfaluting, teacup English play." He won.

Late that night, as they rode back to the Carlton, special editions were being proclaimed in the streets.

Germany was mobilizing! The girl from Texas retired, wondering what epistolary surprise the morning would bring forth.