It
seems to be north they are going. There's a park--Regent's Park, maybe.
I don't know London well.
"The carriage is stopping--before a closed house in a quiet street. There
is a little garden in front, and a high wall. The man opens the gate and
walks in. The carriage drives off. The coachman must know where to go,
for no word is said. Someone inside the house is waiting. He lets the man
with the bag into a dark hallway. Now he shuts the door and goes into a
room.
"There is a light. The first man puts the bag on a table; it is a dining
table. The other man--much older--watches. The first one takes things out
of the bag. Oh, a great deal of beautiful silver! I have seen it at your
house. And there are other things--a string of pearls and a lot of
jewellery. He pours it out of a brown handkerchief on to the table.
"But still the second man is not pleased. I think he is asking why there
isn't more. The first man explains. He makes gestures. So does the other.
They are quarrelling. The man who brought the bag is afraid of the older
one. He apologizes. He seems to be talking about something that he will
do.
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