‘By omnibus from Tottenham Court Road.’
‘Then do let me go a part of the way with you. I live in Mornington Road—up yonder, you know. I have only just come in to waste half an hour, and after all I think I should be better at home. Your father is all right, I hope?’
‘He is not quite well.’
‘I’m sorry to hear that. You are not exactly up to the mark, either. What weather! What a place to live in, this London, in winter! It would be a little better down at Finden.’
‘A good deal better, I should think. If the weather were bad, it would be bad in a natural way; but this is artificial misery.’
‘I don’t let it affect me much,’ said Milvain. ‘Just of late I have been in remarkably good spirits. I’m doing a lot of work. No end of work—more than I’ve ever done.’
‘I am very glad.’
‘Where are your out-of-door things? I think there’s a ladies’ vestry somewhere, isn’t there?’
‘Oh yes.’
‘Then will you go and get ready? I’ll wait for you in the hall. But, by-the-bye, I am taking it for granted that you were going alone.’