"What a lovely day it is for December!" he added, looking at the sparkling sunlight.
"Very. It almost tempts me to go out."
"I will take you tomorrow, Clara; I must go to Guild today."
Mrs. Lake resumed her work with trembling fingers. "Penelope's watch is at Van Buren's. I promised faithfully to take it to her today."
"Are there no watchmakers at Guild, that Mrs. Chester should send her watch to Katterley?"
"I don't know. I brought it to him at her request a fortnight ago. Van Buren has a great name in his trade, you know."
As he spoke he looked at his own watch; it was time to depart.
"Shall you be home to dinner, Robert?"
"No. But I shall to tea. I shall be in by the seven train. Good-bye, Clary."
She raised her face with its crimson hectic colour, the result of emotion, to receive his farewell kiss. Its loveliness could but strike him.