As if moved by a common impulse, they crossed Lupus Street and sought the first quiet thoroughfare which presented itself. This happened to be Cambridge Street, along the shabby pretentiousness of which they walked for some minutes in silence, each occupied with their thoughts.
"How did you find out where I was?" she asked.
"Miss Toombs."
"You've seen her?"
"She sent me 'Halverton Street' written on a piece of paper. I guessed what it meant."
"You spoke to her before about me?"
"Yes. I was anxious to know what had become of you."
"You needn't have bothered."
"I couldn't help myself."
"You really, really cared?"