"
"I should like to have gone with you myself, and then there
could have been no mistake," said Tanner; "but that can't be;
we have a meeting here at half-past eight in our great room.
I don't much like breaking rules, especially in such a
business; and yet, concerning all of us, as you say, and so
very urgent, I don't see how it could do harm; and I might--I
wish I was quite sure you were the party.
"How can I satisfy you?" said Sybil, distressed.
"Perhaps the young person have got her mark on her linen,"
suggested the wife. "Have you got a handkerchief Ma'am?" and
she took Sybil's handkerchief and looked at it, and examined
it at every corner. It had no mark. And this unforeseen
circumstance of great suspicion might have destroyed
everything, had not the production of the handkerchief by
Sybil also brought forth a letter addressed to her from
Hatton.
"It seems to be the party," said the wife.
"Well," said Tanner, "you know St Martin's Lane I suppose?
Well, you go up St Martin's Lane to a certain point, and then
you will get into Seven Dials; and then you'll go on. However
it is impossible to direct you; you must find your way. Hunt
Street, going out of Silver Street, No.
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