Come, Ruth." He offered his arm to his wife; she took it, and they turned away, looking about for Agatha, who, disgusted at the gaping curiosity of the rest, had pointedly withdrawn beyond earshot of the conversation.
Miss Wilson looked from Smilash--who had watched Mr.Jansenius's explosion of wrath with friendly interest, as if it concerned him as a curious spectator only--to her two visitors as they retreated.

"Pray, do you consider this man's statement satisfactory ?" she said to them.

"I do not." "I am far too common a man to be able to make any statement that could satisfy a mind cultivated as yours has been," said Smilash, "but I would 'umbly pint out to you that there is a boy yonder with a telegram trying to shove hisself through the 'iborn throng." "Miss Wilson!" cried the boy shrilly.
She took the telegram; read it; and frowned.

"We have had all our trouble for nothing, ladies and gentlemen," she said, with suppressed vexation.

"Mrs.Trefusis says here that she has gone back to London.