You will say that I shall not be able to see anyone--anyone, whoever it is--till to-morrow morning.'...
At this same hour, Mrs.Baxendale, entering a shop in Dunfield, found Dagworthy making purchases.
'I shall not see you again for a long time,' he said, as he was leaving.
'I start to-morrow on a long journey.' 'Out of England ?' He did not specify his route, merely said that he was going far from England.

They shook hands, and Mrs.Baxendale was left with a musing expression on her face.

She turned her eyes to the counter; the purchase for which Dagworthy had just paid was a box of ladies' gloves.

The shopman put them aside, to be made into a parcel and sent away.
When, half an hour later, she reached home, she was at once informed that Mr.Athel was in the drawing-room.

The intelligence caused her to bite her lower lip, a way she had of expressing the milder form of vexation.