He rose the next day in no more equable frame of mind, and leaving his office at three o'clock in the afternoon, walked along Cheapside, Holborn, and Oxford Street, and turned down Bond Street, meaning to pass an hour in the fencing-rooms half-way down St.James Street.

At the corner of Bruton Street he came face to face with Miss Le Mesurier.

She coloured for an instant, and then came frankly forward and held out her hand.
'It's funny meeting you here,' she said, and laughed without the least embarrassment.
Drake turned and walked by her side with a puzzled conjecture at the reason of woman's recuperative powers.

Clarice's eyes were as clear, her forehead as sunny, as though she had clean wiped yesterday from her consciousness.

The conjecture, however, brought the reality of yesterday only yet more home to him.