'And he's living in a dreadful place--one of
the most shocking alleys in the worst part of Islington. I should
have gone to see him, but I really feel afraid; they give me such
an account of the place. And everyone agrees that he has such a
very wild look, and speaks so strangely.'
'Between ourselves,' said John, 'there's no use in exaggerating.
He's living in a vile hole, that's true, and Carter says he looks
miserably ill, but of course he may be as sane as we are.
Jasper listened to all this with no small astonishment.
'And Mrs Reardon?' he asked.
'I'm sorry to say she is far from well,' replied Mrs Yule.
'To-day she has been obliged to keep her room. You can imagine
what a shock it has been to her. It came with such extraordinary
suddenness. Without a word of warning, her husband announced that
he had taken a clerkship and was going to remove immediately to
the East-end. Fancy! And this when he had already arranged, as
you know, to go to the South Coast and write his next book under
the influences of the sea air. He was anything but well; we all
knew that, and we had all joined in advising him to spend the
summer at the seaside.
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