I am as free as nature; I let her see
everything. What did I do? That maid looked very queerly at me this
morning!' And suddenly he said to the driver: "Bury Street, St.
James's." He could find out, at all events, whether Gyp had been to her
father's. The thought of Winton ever afflicted him; and he changed his
mind several times before the cab reached that little street, but so
swiftly that he had not time to alter his instructions to the driver. A
light sweat broke out on his forehead while he was waiting for the door
to be opened.
"Mrs. Fiorsen here?"
"No, sir."
"Not been here this morning?"
"No, sir."
He shrugged away the thought that he ought to give some explanation of
his question, and got into the cab again, telling the man to drive to
Curzon Street. If she had not been to "that Aunt Rosamund" either it
would be all right. She had not. There was no one else she would go
to. And, with a sigh of relief, he began to feel hungry, having had no
breakfast. He would go to Rosek's, borrow the money to pay his cab, and
lunch there. But Rosek was not in. He would have to go home to get the
cab paid. The driver seemed to eye him queerly now, as though conceiving
doubts about the fare.
Going in under the trellis, Fiorsen passed a man coming out, who held in
his hand a long envelope and eyed him askance.
Gyp, who was sitting at her bureau, seemed to be adding up the
counterfoils in her cheque-book.
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