Squeezing her hand at parting, he said: "You know, you could always come to us at Robin Hill; you must let me know everything that happens.

Good-bye, Irene." "Good-bye," she answered softly.
Jolyon climbed back into his cab, wondering why he had not asked her to dine and go to the theatre with him.

Solitary, starved, hung-up life that she had! "Hotch Potch Club," he said through the trap-door.

As his hansom debouched on to the Embankment, a man in top-hat and overcoat passed, walking quickly, so close to the wall that he seemed to be scraping it.
'By Jove!' thought Jolyon; 'Soames himself! What's he up to now ?' And, stopping the cab round the corner, he got out and retraced his steps to where he could see the entrance to the mansions.

Soames had halted in front of them, and was looking up at the light in her windows.