Where was he?
What was he doing?
Oh, if he would only come back and get the message! The polite and amiable cashier at the bank handed over ten bright sovereigns, and with these in the purse clasped in her hand Celia returned to the Buildings, to engage in a fight with Mr.Clendon over the sum which he declared was all that was due to him.

But it was settled at last, though scarcely to Celia's satisfaction.
"I'd come to see you off to-morrow," he said, as he held her hand at parting, "but I have an early rehearsal.

Good-bye, and God bless you," he added, in a very low voice.
When he had gone Celia mopped her eyes and finished her packing, and the next morning a taxi bore her from the Buildings.

She looked out of the window as long as the huge and grimy place remained in sight, and she sighed when it had disappeared.

In a sense she still belonged to The Jail; for there had been no time to dispose of her furniture, and she was so rich that she felt justified in keeping on the room for a while.
The rent was only a few shillings a week, and she could well afford to pay it, at any rate until she had decided to sell the furniture.