"What's the name of the house?" said Raymond. "Salome, where are we to drive?"
"I—I—don't quite know," said poor Salome. "How stupid of me!—Reginald, can you remember?"
"It's by a church, and the name is Friar, or Pryor, or—"
"There's a lot of churches," said the cabman; "and this ain't exactly the weather to stand here while you put on your considering cap, with the water pouring off one's hat enough to blind one."
"It's St. Luke's Church. Yes, I am sure it's close to St. Luke's," Salome exclaimed. "But Stevens will know—our nurse, who is in the omnibus."
"You want a nurse, you do," said the cabman, "to guide you? Come now, I can't wait here all night."
And now a shout was heard from the omnibus.
"The old lady wants to speak to you," said the conductor. And Salome, looking out at the cab window, saw Stevens frantically making signals and trying to make her voice reach the cab.
"Oh, Stevens knows, Stevens knows the address," and before more could be said, Reginald had jumped out and was soon climbing the steps of the omnibus to hear what Stevens said. He was back in a minute drenched with rain, and saying,—
"Close to St. Luke's Church—Elm Fields—Elm Cottage—Mrs. Pryor."