“If you had done, you would have known that I came to meet two ladies, my sisters. I walked with them to the station, and now I am going home. You seem to think an explanation necessary—”
“Do forgive me! What right have I to ask anything of the kind? But I have been very restless since Sunday. I wished so to meet you, if only for a few minutes. Only an hour or two ago I posted a letter to you.”
Monica said nothing.
“It was to ask you to meet me next Sunday, as we arranged. Shall you be able to do so?”
“I’m afraid I can’t. At the end of this week I leave my place here, and on Sunday I shall be moving to another part of London.”
“You are leaving? You have decided to make the change you spoke of?”
“Yes.”
“And will you tell me where you are going to live?”
“In lodgings near Great Portland Street. I must say good-night, Mr. Widdowson. I must, indeed.”
“Please—do give me one moment!”