While he was so occupied he saw Mr.Brand, in the distance, slowly come down from Mr.Wentworth's house, nursing a large folded umbrella.

He walked with a joyless, meditative tread, and his eyes were bent upon the ground.

Felix poised his brush for a moment, watching him; then, by a sudden impulse, as he drew nearer, advanced to the garden-gate and signaled to him--the palette and bunch of brushes contributing to this effect.
Mr.Brand stopped and started; then he appeared to decide to accept Felix's invitation.

He came out of Mr.Wentworth's gate and passed along the road; after which he entered the little garden of the cottage.

Felix had gone back to his sunset; but he made his visitor welcome while he rapidly brushed it in.
"I wanted so much to speak to you that I thought I would call you," he said, in the friendliest tone.