"There's a lamp-post," said Warrisden; "he will come within the light of it. We shall know."
And the next moment the light fell white and clear upon Tony Stretton's face.
"He has come back," exclaimed Pamela, joyfully.
"Who?" asked Mr. Mudge; "who has come back?"
This time he was answered.
"Why, Tony Stretton, of course," said Pamela, impatiently. She was hardly aware of Mr. Mudge, even while she answered him; she was too intent upon Tony Stretton in the square below. She did not therefore notice that Mudge was startled by her reply. She did not remark the anxiety in his voice as he went on--
"And that is Stretton's house?"
"Yes."
"And his wife, Lady Stretton, is she in London? Is she there--now?"
Mr. Mudge spoke with an excitement of manner which at any other time must have caused surprise. It passed now unremarked; for Warrisden, too, had his preoccupation. He was neither overjoyed, like Pamela, nor troubled, like Mr. Mudge; but as he looked down into the square he was perplexed.