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`` I shall never have the courage to go . Let me have his letter . '' He gave her the letter , and she took it away . At six o'clock she sent Mary Wells to Mr. Angelo , with a note to say she had studied Mr. Rolfe 's letter , and there was more in it than she had thought ; but his going off from her husband to boat-racing seemed trivial , and she could not make up her mind to go to London to consult a novelist on such a serious matter . At nine she sent to say she should go , but could not think of dragging him there : she should take her maid . Before eleven , she half repented this resolution , but her maid kept her to it ; and at half past twelve next day they reached Mr. Rolfe 's door ; an old-fashioned , mean-looking house , in one of the briskest thoroughfares of the metropolis ; a cabstand opposite to the door , and a tide of omnibuses passing it . Lady Bassett viewed the place discontentedly , and said to herself , `` What a poky little place for a writer to live in ; how noisy , how unpoetical ! ''