Peckover's parlour, and probably in all the
parlours of Tysoe Street. To select for one's chamber a woodcut
after Constable or Gainsborough is at all events to give proof of a
capacity for civilisation.
The visitor made a quick survey of these appearances; then he seated
himself on the chair Sidney offered. He was not entirely at his
ease, and looked up at the young man twice or thrice before he began
to speak again.
'Mr. Kirkwood, were you ever acquainted with my son, by name Joseph
Snowdon?'
'No; I never knew him,' was the reply. 'I have heard his name, and I
know where he once lived--not far from here.'
'You're wondering what has brought me to you. I have heard of you
from people a grandchild of mine is living with. I dare say it is
the house you mean--in Clerkenwell Close.'
'So you have found it!' exclaimed Sidney with pleasure. 'I've been
looking about for you as I walked along the streets these last two
or three days.'
'Looking for me?' said the other, astonished.
Sidney supplied the explanation, but without remarking on the
circumstances which made Jane so anxious to discover a possible
friend. Snowdon listened attentively, and at length, with a slight
smile; he seemed to find pleasure in the young man's way of
expressing himself.
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