He looked up and suddenly there she was, barely yards ahead as she came round the corner from Sutherland Street. His heart beat so rapidly that he thought it would burst from his chest, his palms sticky and sweaty.
Swallowing hard, his stomach a seething knot of snakes, he strode up to her. It was obvious she could see him, but she looked straight past him, as if he were not there, and he felt a sudden stab of fear that she would ignore him totally, which would be worse than a rejection.
‘Er … hello, Miss … er … Mecklenburg,’ he mumbled as he stepped in front of her, whipping off his cap so quickly that she flinched.
‘Yes?' she answered peremptorily, as if she had no idea who he might be, although it was apparent to Edgar from the look that flashed fleetingly across her face that she ce
