He spoke to the coachman and the coach halted.
In an instant he was on the pavement.
"Drive on," he instructed the coachman, and to the outraged Albert: "I'll walk down."
Nurse Faulkner, apparently flattered by the proof of her attractiveness, stopped and smiled upon the visitor. She had a letter in one hand.
"Good afternoon, nurse."
"Good morning, Mr. Clayhanger. I'm just going out for my morning walk before breakfast," said she.
She had dimples. These dimples quite ignored Edwin's mourning and the fact that he had quitted a funeral in order to speak to her.
"How is Mr. Ingpen to-day?" Edwin asked. He could read on the envelope in her hand the words "The Rev."
She grew serious, and said in a low, cheerful tone: "I think he's going on pretty well."
Edwin was startled.