And then, as in a dream, he was in the long street of
Beldover, with its street-lamps.
There was a noise of voices, and of a door shutting loudly, and being
barred, and of men talking in the night. The 'Lord Nelson' had just
closed, and the drinkers were going home. He had better ask one of
these where she lived--for he did not know the side streets at all.
'Can you tell me where Somerset Drive is?' he asked of one of the
uneven men.
'Where what?' replied the tipsy miner's voice.
'Somerset Drive.'
'Somerset Drive!--I've heard o' such a place, but I couldn't for my
life say where it is. Who might you be wanting?'
'Mr Brangwen--William Brangwen.'
'William Brangwen--?--?'
'Who teaches at the Grammar School, at Willey Green--his daughter
teaches there too.'
'O-o-o-oh, Brangwen! NOW I've got you. Of COURSE, William Brangwen!
Yes, yes, he's got two lasses as teachers, aside hisself. Ay, that's
him--that's him! Why certainly I know where he lives, back your life I
do! Yi--WHAT place do they ca' it?'
'Somerset Drive,' repeated Gerald patiently.
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