One o'clock.
"Very truly yours, "GILES CUTHCOTT." Putting on 'no flowers' and with a fast-beating heart, Nedda, went on her first lonely adventure.

To say truth she did not know in the least how ever she was going to ask this almost strange man about a girl of doubtful character.

But she kept saying to herself: 'I don't care--he has nice eyes.' And her spirit would rise as she got nearer, because, after all, she was going to find things out, and to find things out was jolly.

The new warmth and singing in her heart had not destroyed, but rather heightened, her sense of the extraordinary interest of all things that be.

And very mysterious to her that morning was the kaleidoscope of Oxford Street and its innumerable girls, and women, each going about her business, with a life of her own that was not Nedda's.