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Henry al--she was in love with Dunford--but not wanting to give Lady Wolcott the satisfaction of seeing that her emotions had been roused, she simply clamped her mouth shut Sarah-Jane cocked her head in an extre ed at her sleeve and said coldly, "Please let go ofto see her on Friday At o of me,' Lady Wolcott"

"Have it your oay, then, Miss Barrett But think about this: if I aive you the specific tio to her house at , and declare o of Henry's sleeve "But I aht just moments earlier, found herself rooted to the spot Lady Wolcott's words held rain of sense

"Here" Sarah-Jane held out a piece of paper "This is her address Miss Fowler is rather well-known Even I knohere she lives"

Henry stared at the slip of paper as if it were a monster

"Take it, Miss Barrett What you choose to do with it is up to you"

Henry still stared, unable to identify the awful eh her Lady Wolcott finally picked up her hand, uncurled her fingers, and tucked the paper into her palm "In case you don't read it, Miss Barrett, I will tell you the address She lives at number fourteen, Russell Square, in Bloomsbury It is quite a nice little house I believe your husband-to-be acquired it for her"

"Please go away," Henry said, her voice flat

"As you wish"

"Now"

Lady Wolcott inclined her head gracefully and disappeared into the crowd

"Oh, there you are, Henry!"

Henry looked up and saw Belle approaching

"What are you doing off in the corner?"

Henry sed "Just trying to escape the crowds for a moment"

"I certainly cannot blae, can it not? But have no fear, Dunford surely will be along shortly to save you"

"No!" Henry said wildly "That is, I don't feel well Would I be terribly rude if I went home now?"