'Yes, I am. The fact is, I went there to hear of your address.
Why haven't you let me know about all this?'
'You went to the flat?'
'No, I was told about you by Whelpdale.'
Reardon turned in the direction whence he had come, and began to
walk slowly; Jasper kept beside him.
'I'm afraid there's something amiss between us, Reardon,' said
the latter, just glancing at his companion.
'There's something amiss between me and everyone,' was the reply,
in an unnatural voice.
'You look at things too gloomily. Am I detaining you, by-the-bye?
You were going--'
'Nowhere.'
'Then come to my rooms, and let us see if we can't talk more in
the old way.'
'Your old way of talk isn't much to my taste, Milvain. It has
cost me too much.'Jasper gazed at him. Was there some foundation
for Mrs Yule's seeming extravagance? This reply sounded so
meaningless, and so unlike Reardon's manner of speech, that the
younger man experienced a sudden alarm.
'Cost you too much? I don't understand you.'
They had turned into a broader thoroughfare, which, however, was
little frequented at this hour.
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