"The Sunderland Hotel—Alderney Street."
"Go on."
"I waited in the rooms."
"Rooms! You mean one room, you slut!"
"No, there were four rooms—a grand suite."
"Go on."
"He said he would come to me next day, or Sunday at latest. And he didn't come on Saturday—I stopped indoors all day, afraid to go out for fear of meeting you—and he didn't come till Sunday, after lunch."
"Ah! How long did he stay?"
"Till early this morning. Will, let me be—I'm done. You're throttling me."
"Go on. I'll 'aarve it all out of you. Begin at the beginning. It's Sunday afternoon we're talking of—ever since lunch time. There's a many hours to amuse yourselves."