No qualities of the young girl's heart about the heart of Dr.Cashmore! He really did know human nature, and he never dreamt of anything more paradisaical than a Sunday Pullman escapade to Brighton.
Priam Farll opened the door which divided these two hesitating men, and they saw each other by the light of the gas lamp (for the hall was in darkness).
"This Mr.Farll's ?" asked Dr.Cashmore, with the unintentional asperity of shyness.
As for Priam, the revelation of his name by Leek shocked him almost into a sweat.

Surely the number of the house should have sufficed.
"Yes," he admitted, half shy and half vexed.

"Are you the doctor ?" "Yes." Dr.Cashmore stepped into the obscurity of the hall.
"How's the invalid going on ?" "I can scarcely tell you," said Priam.

"He's in bed, very quiet." "That's right," said the doctor.

"When he came to my surgery this morning I advised him to go to bed." Then followed a brief awkward pause, during which Priam Farll coughed and the doctor rubbed his hands and hummed a fragment of melody.
"By Jove!" the thought flashed through the mind of Farll.