As they passed down the crowded restaurant they once more found themselves within a few feet of Sir Henry.

His back was turned to them, and he was apparently ignorant of their near presence.

The party had become a partie Carrie, another man, and a still younger and more beautiful woman having joined it.
"Of course," Philippa said, as they descended the stairs, "I am behaving like an idiot.

I ought to go and tell Henry exactly what I think of him, or pull him away in the approved Whitechapel fashion.

We lose so much, don't we, by stifling our instincts." "For the next few minutes," he replied, glancing at his watch, "I think we had better concentrate our attention upon catching our train." They reached King's Cross with only a few minutes to spare.