"What were you there for so often, then?"
"Well," said Rupert, "I was looking after things."
"Drink wine and eat nothing!" said Dolly again. "Are there many people there?"
"Well, you can eat if you have a mind to; there are folks enough to sell you things; though they don't belong to the establishment. They come in from the street, with ever so many sorts of things, directly they see a customer sit down; fish and oysters, and cakes and fruit. But the shop sells nothing but wine. Mr. St. Leger says that is good."
"Not many people there?" Dolly asked again.
"No; not unless at a busy time. There won't be many there now, I guess."
"What makes you think my father is there?"
"I've seen him there pretty often," Rupert said in a low voice.
Dolly stood some minutes silent, thinking, and struggling with herself. When she turned to Rupert at the end of those minutes, her air was quite composed and her voice was clear and calm.
"Can you take me there, Rupert? Can you find the way?"