“In Camberwell.”
“And who lives there?”
“A young woman I was calling on, who is bedridden.”
“And the lady you speak of—what do you call her, Lydia Languish?—goes to see her?”
“Yes, very often.”
The Princess was silent a moment, looking at him. “Will you take me there?”
“With great pleasure. The young woman I speak of is the sister of the chemist’s assistant you will perhaps remember that I mentioned to you.”
“Yes, I remember. It must be one of the first places we go to. I am sorry,” the Princess added, walking on. Hyacinth inquired what she might be sorry for, but she took no notice of his question, and presently remarked, “Perhaps she goes to see him.”
“Goes to see whom?”
“The chemist’s assistant—the brother.” She said this very seriously.