On no account would he seek his friend's help in such a matter.

And Eve said no more of it.
On her return journey to Dudley, between eight and nine o'clock, she looked cold and spiritless.

Her eyelids dropped wearily as she sat in the corner of the carriage with some papers on her lap, which Hilliard had given her.

Rain had ceased, and the weather seemed turning to frost.

From Dudley station she had a walk of nearly half an hour, to the top of Kate's Hill.
Kate's Hill is covered with an irregular assemblage of old red-tiled cottages, grimy without, but sometimes, as could be seen through an open door admitting into the chief room, clean and homely-looking within.