“Yes,” said Helen, “he’s always been like that.”

Into Manchester Buildings Nicholas turned, with the address of the great Mr Gregsbury in his hand. As there was a stream of people pouring into a shabby house not far from the entrance, he waited until they had made their way in, and then making up to the servant, ventured to inquire if he knew where Mr Gregsbury lived.

‘I did,’ said Nicholas, ‘though I could have wished to have spoken to Mr Frank first.’