Two days afterwards Caspar Goodwood knocked at the door of the house in Wimpole Street in which Henrietta Stackpole occupied furnished lodgings. He had hardly removed his hand from the knocker when the door was opened and Miss Stackpole herself stood before him. She had on her hat and jacket; she was on the point of going out. "Oh, good-morning," he said,"I was in hopes I should find Mrs. Osmond."
Henrietta kept him waiting a moment for her reply;but there was a good deal of expression about Miss Stackpole even when she was silent. "Pray what led you to suppose she was here?"