"No; in London. I am about to give you a surprise, Martha; the day seems full of surprises, indeed. I am going to tell you where I live."
He told her the street, and the number of the house. In amazement, she cried,
"Why, that's where Lizzie lived! I was at the house this morning!"
"I never saw Lizzie's face; all I knew was that a young girl and an old man lived at the top of the house. I keep myself very quiet, Martha, and have not been desirous of making acquaintances. So now you know where to come and see me in London, should you wish; for of course I cannot come to Stapleton. Things go on as usual there, I suppose?"
"Yes; there is no change."
He made no farther reference to his former home, and came back to his theme.
"I shall stay here, Martha. You had best go home; I will write to you to-morrow. When you hear from Lizzie, with her new address, come to me and let me know it."
"Have you decided, then, what to do, Felix?"
"I can't see my way clearly, but things will shape themselves for me. Have you seen the play of Richelieu?"
"I haven't been to a theatre since I was a girl," she replied.