It's a pity you don't know more people, Edmund.

It would make things so much pleasanter for you.' In the end he consented to see her safely as far as Rutland Street, occupy himself for an hour, and come back for her.

They went by cab, which was dismissed in Hampstead Road.

Widdowson did not turn away until he had ocular proof of his wife's admittance to the house where Miss Vesper lived, and even then he walked no farther than the neighbouring streets, returning about every ten minutes to watch the house from a short distance, as though he feared Monica might have some project of escape.

His look was very bilious; trudging mechanically hither and thither where fewest people were to be met, he kept his eyes on the ground, and clumped to a dismal rhythm with the end of his walking-stick.