Chapter XI THE PUZZLEMENT OF NIGEL ENNISON Nigel Ennison walked towards his club the most puzzled man in London. "I call this ere crib the Little-Ease, arter the runaway prentices' cells in Guildhall. “Ann Veronica,” he said, “I tell you this is love. ” She looked into her glass. ‘Now what?’ The girl’s voice was shaking, and there were, he saw now, angry tears in her eyes. One small wing lay at the north of the gate, where Giltspur Street Compter now stands; and the Press Yard, which was detached from the main building, was situated at the back of Phoenix Court. Slipshod; follow me. After all, it came to him suddenly as a harsh discovery that she might be in a sense regarded as grownup. Then he sat down again in a chair and said that people who wrote novels ought to be strung up.
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