They remained in conversation until evening fell. Mr. Manners had received Kingsley's address, and the two men were standing at the door of the doctor's shop when an elderly man and a young girl passed. In the elderly man Mr. Manners recognized Mr. Loveday, Nansie's uncle, who had once paid him a visit in his grand mansion. But it was the girl who chiefly attracted him. Her sweet face, her gentle bearing, impressed him, but more than all was he impressed by a likeness which caused his heart to beat more quickly. It was a likeness to his son.
Dr. Perriera glanced at Mr. Manners, and called the girl, who, with her companion, paused to say a word or two.
"Is your mother well?" asked the doctor.
"Quite well, thank you," replied the girl.
"And your father?"
"Quite well."
"How is business, Mr. Loveday?"
"So-so," said the old book-man. "I can't compete very well with the youngsters. Their brazen voices beat me."
He said this quite good-humoredly.
"We must make way for the young," observed the doctor.