And when she was within twenty yards of the door, it opened, and forth came Barfoot.

Her first sensation was unreasoning terror; her next, thankfulness that she had not been a few minutes sooner, when the very meeting she had feared, within the building itself, would have come to pass.

He walked this way; he saw her; and the pleasantest smile of recognition lit up his face.
'Mrs.Widdowson! Not a minute ago you were in my thoughts.

I wished I could see you.' 'I am going--to make a call in this neighbourhood--' She could not command herself.

The shock had left her trembling, and the necessity of feigning calmness was a new trial of her nerves.
Barfoot, she felt certain, was reading her face like a printed page; he saw guilt there; his quickly-averted eyes, his peculiar smile, seemed to express the facile tolerance of a man of the world.
'Allow me to accompany you to the end of the street.' His words buzzed in her ears.