This decision reconciled him somewhat to a temporary parting from her.
So he paid the bill, under her sagacious, protesting eyes, and he managed to conceal from those eyes the precise amount of the tip; and then, at the cloak-room, he furtively gave sixpence to a fat and wealthy man who had been watching over his hat and stick.

(Highly curious, how those common-sense orbs of hers made all such operations seem excessively silly!) And at last they wandered, in silence, through the corridors and antechambers that led to the courtyard entrance.

And through the glass portals Priam Farll had a momentary glimpse of the reflection of light on a cabman's wet macintosh.

It was raining.

It was raining very heavily indeed.