So he kept on--and on, seeking the vision of his desires with the insatiable eagerness of a man pursuing the unreachable horizon of a hashish dream.
It was towards the end of this time that it occurred to Charles to wonder if Sisily had made her way to Charleswood since his first visit there.

He was resting in a Lambeth public-house after an exhausting day's wanderings over South London when this thought came to him.

He sat up, slapping his thigh with excitement, asking himself why he had not thought of that before.

It was a chance--certainly a chance.

He decided to run down to Charleswood again on the following afternoon.
He did, and found himself disappointed once more.