Two hours later he came in, and with an air of relief and even a smile, said:
“Well, I’ve done it, and it’s over.”
“Well?” said Leonard, curiously.
“Well, nothing; she wasn’t at home,” said Jack, triumphantly.
“Not at home. What sort of a place was it?”
“The best place in Park Lane,” said Jack. “No end of flunkeys about, and the rest of it. Looks as if she rolled in gold, as she must do to have the place at all.”
“And you didn’t see her?” asked Leonard.
Jack colored and frowned.
“What a curious beggar you are! Yes, I did see her; her carriage drove up just as I was going away.”
“And you spoke to her?”