I sat on the first floor balcony, alternately reading a novel and watching him with a sardonic eye.

Presently Gwenny turned the corner of the square--our house was a few doors up--and she appeared, on the opposite side of the road, by the square railings.

But Gwenny was not alone.

Gwenny, rigged out in the height of Bloomsbury florists' fashion, was ostentatiously accompanied by a young man, a very scrubby, pallid, ignoble young man; his arm was round her waist, and her arm was around his, in the approved enlinkment of couples in her class who are keeping company, or, in other words, are, or are about to be, engaged to be married.

A curious shock vibrated through Jaffery's frame.