But nurse, inexorable, appeared again at the five minutes’ end, and Master Walter was carried off.
“You came home in a cab, Philip, did you not? I thought I heard one stop.”
“Yes; it is a miserable evening. Raining fast now.”
“Raining!” she repeated, rather wondering to hear it was not snowing. She went to the window to look out, and the first object her eyes caught sight of was the woman; leaning in the old place against the railings, in the growing twilight.
“I’m not sorry to see the rain; we shall have it warmer now,” remarked Mr. Hamlyn, who had drawn a chair to the fire. “In fact, it’s much warmer already than it was this morning.”
“Philip, step here a minute.”
His wife’s tone had dropped to a half-whisper, sounding rather mysterious, and he went at once.
“Just look, Philip—opposite. Do you see a woman standing there?”
“A woman—where?” cried he, looking of course in every direction but the right one.