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`` Of course , '' agreed Betty , `` but you were n't going my way , were you ? '' Mr. Blake smiled his slight , cynical smile . `` To tell the truth , Miss Wales , I have n't the least idea which way I am going -- or which way I ought to be . I 'm supposed to turn up for five o'clock tea with one Miss Raymond , who lives at a place called the Davidson House . My friend Miss Stuart is ill , and I escaped the escort of a committee by wickedly hinting that I knew my way about . '' `` Well , '' said Betty , `` you were going the right way when I met you . The Davidson is straight down at the other end of that row of brick houses . ''