His mood was sluggish; he wished to sit still and think idly over the course of events.
He went byway of St.Philip's Church, which stands amid a wide graveyard, enclosed with iron railings, and crossed by paved walks.

The locality was all but forsaken; the church rose black against the grey sky, and the lofty places of business round about were darkly silent.

A man's footstep sounded in front of him, and a figure approached along the narrow path between the high bars.

Hilliard would have passed without attention, but the man stopped his way.
"Hollo! Here we are again!" He stared at the speaker, and recognised Mr.Dengate.
"So you've come back ?" "Where from ?" said Hilliard.

"What do you know of me ?" "As much as I care to," replied the other with a laugh.