"
"You met her?"
"Yes."
"By accident?"
"Yes."
"Tell me about it."
Ulick was too excited to sit down; he walked about the hearthrug in
order to give more emphasis to his story.
"My hansom turned suddenly out of a large thoroughfare into some mean
streets, and the neighbourhood seemed so sordid that I was just
going to tell the driver to avoid such short cuts for the future
when I caught sight of a tall figure in brown holland. To meet
Evelyn in such a neighbourhood seemed very unlikely, but as the cab
drew nearer I could not doubt that it was she. I put up my stick, but
at that moment Evelyn turned into a doorway."
"You knocked?"
Ulick nodded.
"What sort of place was it?"
"All noise and dirt; a lot of boys."
"A school?"
"It seemed more like a factory. Evelyn came forward and said, 'I will
see you in half an hour, if you will wait for me at my flat,' 'But I
don't know the address,' I said. She gave me the address, Ayrdale
Mansions, and I went away in the cab; and after a good deal of
driving we discovered Ayrdale Mansions, a huge block, all red brick
and iron, a sort of model dwelling-houses, rather better."
"Good Lord!"
"I went up a stone staircase.
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