Private.

It's quiet.

My husband will take you there." "A good idea," said the thin, dark man, whose glance had hardened suddenly.
"You knew Mr Verloc before--didn't you?
Perhaps in France ?" "I have heard of him," admitted the visitor in his slow, painstaking tone, which yet had a certain curtness of intention.
There was a pause.

Then he spoke again, in a far less elaborate manner.
"Your husband has not gone out to wait for me in the street by chance ?" "In the street!" repeated Mrs Verloc, surprised.

"He couldn't.