He grew a beard, which added to his seeming age, but suited with his features; his carriage was more upright than of old.
A week or two after this, Narramore sent a friendly note-- "Shall I see you at Birching's on Sunday?
My wife will be there, to meet Miss Marks and some other people.

Come if you can, old fellow.

I should take it as a great kindness." And Hilliard went.

In the hall he was confronted by Narramore, who shook hands with him rather effusively, and said a few words in an undertone.
"She's out in the garden.

Will be delighted to see you.