'I will come back to you,' seemed to be the cry of his thought.

'You shall be my only friends.

But first I must see her, and all my heart is hers!' The morning dragged away, and at half-past eleven he went out, carrying the little case with him.

As he stood outside the Bayswater house, in which she had settled for the winter, he realised that he had never yet been under her roof, never yet seen her at home.

It was his own fault.
She had asked him in her gracious way, on the first night of _Elvira_, to come and see her.