He could not leave England without some kind of farewell to his old friend, and he had reserved this last evening for the duty.
He went to the Pnyx on the chance of finding Saltram there, and failing in that, ate his solitary dinner in the coffee-room.

The waiters told him that Mr.Saltram had not been at the club for some weeks.

Gilbert did not waste much time over his dinner, and went straight from the Pnyx to the Temple, where John Saltram had a second-floor in Figtree-court.
Mr.Saltram was at home.

It was his own sonorous voice which answered Gilbert's knock, bidding him enter with a muttered curse upon the interruption by way of addendum.

The room into which Mr.Fenton went upon receiving this unpromising invitation was in a state of chaotic confusion.