He begged to be taken to see the house where Forrester lived.

It was occupied by a new tenant, and all he could do was to pace up and down in front of it, in a lonely vigil, and try to imagine the pale face which only a few months back had gazed wearily from those windows on the active life without, in which he was never more to take a share.
He had not the courage to wait that night in Grangerham, although the minister urged him and Julius, tramps as they were, to do so.

He felt stifled in these narrow streets, and longed for the fresh heath, where at least he could be alone.
He accepted, however, the hospitality of his guide for half an hour in order to write a short note to Mr Frampton.

He said:-- "I have come here hoping to hear something of Forrester.

But I can hear nothing more than what you told me four months ago.