address of Grosvenor Square.

"What number?" asked the driver.

"I don't know," replied Godfrey, "the Ball, Grosvenor Square."

Off they went, and in due course, reaching the square, drove round it
until they came to a great house where there were signs of festivity
in the shape of an awning above the entrance and a carpet on the
pavement.

The cab stopped with a jerk and a voice from above--never having been
in a hansom before, at first Godfrey could not locate it--exclaimed:

"Here's your Ball, young gent. Now you'd better hop out and dance."

His fare began to explain the situation through the little trap in the
roof, demonstrating to the Jehu that his object was to observe the
ball from without, not to dance at it within, and that it was
necessary for him to drive on a little further. That worthy grew
indignant.

"Blowed if I don't believe you're a bilk," he shouted through the
hole. "Here, you pay me my fare and hook it, young codger."

Godfrey descended and commenced a search for money, only to remember
that he had left his purse in his bag at the hotel. This also he
explained with many apologies to the infuriated cabby, two gorgeous
flunkeys who by now had arrived to escort him into the house, and a
group of idlers who had collected round the door.