Chapter 47

When he had left her he did not know what to do with himself. In fact there seemed to be nothing worth doing until he saw her again. Life marked time, and he—alone in these hurrying streets—wondered at the haste of these people on a day in May when the sun was shining. He kept his promise to her about Chalfont Street, and finding himself in Regent Street he idled down it, looking in the shop windows. He found himself suddenly absorbed in the fascination of feminine things, dresses, coats, precious stones, perfumes,…