The midday sun
As to his last remark , that could only mean one thing . He did not like to tell her to her face that she would not suit him , but , he would communicate with her in a few days , and say it comfortably on paper . She had never felt quite so desolate and forlorn and helpless as she felt that day when she left the `` Daily Review '' office , and found herself in the noise and bustle of Fleet Street . The midday sun blazed down upon her in all its strength ; the pavements seemed to scorch her feet ; the weary succession of hurrying , pushing , jostling passengers seemed to add to her sense of isolation . Presently a girl stopped her , and asked the way to Basinghall Street . She knew it well enough , but felt too utterly stupid to direct her . `` You had better ask a policeman , '' she replied , wearily .