" He shuffled his feet. "No good in a
sick-room."
"Mine wasn't exactly a sick-room," I said. "But I heard that you did
come."
"Yes. I came twice," he answered, looking at me shyly. "Your old woman
wouldn't let me see you."
"Never mind that," I said; "let's have an evening together soon."
"Yes--as soon as you like." He looked up and down the street. "There are
some things I'd like to ask your advice about."
"Certainly," I said.
"What do you say to coming and dining at my place? Ever met Wilderling?"
"Wilderling?" I could not remember for the moment the name.
"Yes--the old josser I live with. Fine old man--got a point of view of
his own!"
"Delighted," I said.
"To-morrow. Eight o'clock. Don't dress."
He was just going off when he turned again.
"Awfully glad you're better," he said. He cleared his throat, looked at
me in a very friendly way, then smiled.
"_Awfully_ glad you're better," he repeated, then went off, rolling his
broad figure into the evening mist.
I turned towards home.
XVIII
I arrived at the Baron's punctually at eight o'clock. His flat was in a
small side street off the English Quay.
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