The next exterior phenomenon was a blinding flash through the window of what, after all, was a cab. The door opened.
'You'd better get out o' this,' said the cabman, surveying them by the ray of one of his own lamps.
'Why?' asked Henry.
'Why?' replied the cabman sourly. 'Look here, governor, do you know where we are?'
'No,' said Henry.
'No. And I'm jiggered if I do, either. You'd better take the other blessed lamp and ask. No, not me. I don't leave my horse. I ain't agoin' to lose my horse.'
So Henry got out of the cab, and took a lamp and moved forward into nothingness, and found a railing and some steps, and after climbing the steps saw a star, which proved ultimately to be a light over a swing-door. He pushed open the swing-door, and was confronted by a footman.
'Will you kindly tell me where I am? he asked the footman.
'This is Marlborough House,' said the footman.
'Oh, is it? Thanks,' said Henry.