Come there, if you want me. All right," he continued, as
he and Melky walked away from the police-station. "They took my word for
it!--they'll do nothing until Lauriston comes back. Now then, you know
this neighbourhood, and I don't--show me the way to Sussex Square--I'm
going to call on Mr. Levendale at once."
John Purdie had a double object in calling on Mr. Spencer Levendale. He
had mentioned to Melky that when he met Levendale in the Highlands,
Levendale, who was a widower, had his children and their governess with
him. But he had not mentioned that he, Purdie, had fallen in love with the
governess, and that one of his objects in coming to London just then was
to renew his acquaintance with her. It was chiefly of the governess that
he was thinking as he stood on the steps of the big house in Sussex
Square--perhaps, in a few minutes, he would see her again.
But Purdie was doomed to see neither Mr. Spencer Levendale nor the pretty
governess that day. Mr. Levendale, said the butler, was on business in the
city and was to dine out that evening: Miss Bennett had taken the two
children to see a relative of theirs at Hounslow, and would not return
until late.
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