Right! The Circus was
passed; now Piccadilly with its blessed quietness. What a speed they
kept! Hyde Park Corner, Knightsbridge, and--what road was that?
Christopher's geography failed him; he pretended to no familiarity
with the West End. On swept his hansom in what he felt to be a most
impudent pursuit; nay, for all he knew, it might subject him to the
suspicion of the police. The cabby need not follow so close; why,
the horse's nose all but touched the brougham now and then. How much
farther? How was he to get back? He could not possibly reach home
till one in the morning.
The brougham made a sharp curve, the hansom followed. Then came a
sudden stop.
CHAPTER XV
THE NAME OF GILDERSLEEVE
A square--imposing houses about a space of verdure. That was what
Christopher perceived as he looked wildly round, flung back the
apron, jumped out. His position was awful; voices of the persons
alighting from the brougham seemed to sound at his very ear; he had
become one of the party; the man in evening dress stared at him.
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