Don't you think of him, sir.

I never knew a man so altered since he's been kept to regular work all the year round.

I used to dread the Sundays, and still more the Bank holidays when we were here first; you never knew who he'd get quarrelling with as soon as he'd nothing to do But now, sir, why I don't believe you'll find a less quarrelsome man anywhere, and he was saying for a joke only yesterday, that he didn't think he could knock down even a coster, he's so lost the habit." Will yielded and stole away into the mellowing sunshine.

He walked westward, till he found himself on the Embankment by Albert Bridge; here, after hesitating awhile, he took the turn into Oakley Street.

He had no thought of calling to see Miss Elvan; upon that he could not venture; but he thought it barely possible that he might meet with her in this neighbourhood, and such a meeting would have been pleasant.
Disappointed, he crossed the river, lingered a little in Battersea Park, came back again over the bridge,--and, with a sudden leap of the heart, which all but made his whole body spring forward, saw a slim figure in grey moving by the parapet in front of Cheyne Walk.
They shook hands without speaking, very much as though they had met by appointment.
"Oh, these sunsets!" were Rosamund's first words, when they had moved a few steps together.
"They used to be my delight when I lived there," Will replied, pointing eastward.
"Show me just where it was, will you ?" They turned, and went as far as Chelsea Bridge, where Warburton pointed out the windows of his old flat.
"You were very happy there ?" said Rosamund.
"Happy--?
Not unhappy, at all events.