“No. I met her in a place called Audley Court.”
“Where’s that?”
“In Camberwell.”
“And who lives there?”
“A young woman I was calling on, who’s bedridden.”
“And the lady you speak of—what do you call her, Lady Lydia Languish?—goes to see her?”
“Yes, very often.”
The Princess, with her eyes on him, had a pause. “Will you take me there?”
“With great pleasure. The young woman I speak of is the sister of the man—the one who works for a big firm of wholesale chemists—that you’ll perhaps remember that I mentioned to you.”
“Yes, I remember. It must be one of the first places we go to. I’m sorry, you know,” the Princess added, walking on. Hyacinth asked what she might be sorry for, but she took no notice of his question, only soon saying: “Perhaps she goes to see him.”