"There he is, and without his coat again! How wet he must be getting!"
Horace looked across the dull water, through the driving rain. He saw no one on the opposite bank.
"He sees us," Mrs. Errington added. "Horace, you beckon to him. Here, take my purse. Hold it up, and then point to him to come round and meet us."
Mechanically the boy obeyed.
"Ah, I knew it! This time he is coming," said Mrs. Errington.
"He is coming, Mater?"
"Yes; come along."
She hurried towards the end of the Serpentine. Horace walked by her side, staring in horror through the rain.
"Poor man!" Mrs. Errington said presently. "How ghastly he looks!"
"Mater—I say——"