And there already was the light form of Nelly, on the footbridge over the river.

Farrell looked up and saw her coming.
'Extraordinary--the grace of the little thing!' he said, half to himself, half to Hester.

'And she knows nothing about it--or seems to.' 'Do you imagine that her husband hasn't told her ?' Hester's tone was mocking.
Farrell looked up in wonder.

'Sarratt?
of course he has--so far as he has eyes to see it.

But he has no idea how remarkable it is.' 'What?
His wife's beauty?
Nonsense!' 'How could he?
It wants a trained eye,' said Farrell, quite serious.
'Hush!--here she comes.' Nelly came up breathlessly, laden with her own paraphernalia.