"Where does she live?"
"Russell Square," said Dicky rapturously.
"Russell Square? Ah! I know it. One drives through it on the way to Euston. In Bloomsbury, I believe?" said Lady Adela.
Her infatuated son corrected her. "Not Bloomsbury," he said reverently; "Heaven."
"Quite so," agreed Lady Adela, entirely unmoved. "What number?"
"I have forgotten the number long ago," replied Dicky, "but I could find my way to the place blindfold by this time."
"Don't you ever write to her?" asked his mother curiously.
"Every day."
"Then you must know her postal address," was the crushing rejoinder.
Dicky merely shook his head, and smiled serenely.