The world was at lunch.
"And a fine time I had getting your address!" said she.

"Of course I wrote at once to Selwood Terrace, as soon as I got home, but I had the wrong number, somehow, and I kept waiting and waiting for an answer, and the only answer I received was the returned letter.

I knew I'd got the street right, and I said, 'I'll find that house if I have to ring every bell in Selwood Terrace, yes', and knock every knocker!' Well, I did find it, and then they wouldn't _give_ me your address.

They said 'letters would be forwarded,' if you please.

But I wasn't going to have any more letter business, no thank you! So I said I wouldn't go without the address.