Farnaby's house. From this place his
letters were delivered to the maid, under cover of the morning
newspapers--and here he found the answers waiting for him later in the
day. "If Rufus could only have taken her out for a walk, I might have
seen Regina this afternoon," thought Amelius. "As it is, I may have to
wait till to-morrow, or later still. And then, there's the sovereign to
Phoebe." He sighed as he thought of the fee. Sovereigns were becoming
scarce in our young Socialist's purse.
Arriving in sight of the newsvendor's shop, Amelius noticed a man
leaving it, who walked away towards the farther end of the street. When
he entered the shop himself a minute afterwards, the woman took up a
letter from the counter. "A young man has just left this for you," she
said.
Amelius recognised the maid's handwriting on the address. The man whom
he had seen leaving the shop was Phoebe's messenger.
He opened the letter. Her mistress, Phoebe explained, was too much
flurried to be able to write. The master had astonished the whole
household by appearing among them at least three hours before the time
at which he was accustomed to leave his place of business.
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