at once bent his steps.

Gower Place is in the close neighbourhood of Euston Road; Hilliard
remembered that he had passed the end of it on his first arrival in
London, when he set forth from Euston Station to look for a lodging.
It was a mere chance that he had not turned into this very street,
instead of going further. Several windows displayed lodging-cards.
On the whole, it looked a better locality than Belmont Street. Eve's
removal hither might signify an improvement of circumstances.

The house which he sought had a clean doorstep and unusually bright
windows. His knock was answered quickly, and by a young, sprightly
woman, who smiled upon him.

"I believe Miss Madeley lives here?"

"Yes, she does."

"She is not at home just now?"

"No. She went out after breakfast, and I'm sure I can't say when
she'll be back."

Hilliard felt a slight wonder at this uncertainty. The young woman,
observing his expression, added with vivacious friendliness:

"Do you want to see her on business?"

"No; a private matter."