At the same moment a stout old gentleman, smoking a pipe, sauntered past us on the pavement, noticed me as he went by, stopped directly, and revealed himself as Mr.Engelman.
"Good-night, Mr.David," said the widow.

The moon shone full on her as she gave me her hand; Minna standing behind her in the shadow.

In a moment more the two ladies had left us.
Mr.Engelman's eyes followed the smoothly gliding figure of the widow, until it was lost to view at the end of the bridge.

He laid his hand eagerly on my arm.

"David!" he said, "who is that glorious creature ?" "Which of the two ladies do you mean ?" I asked, mischievously.
"The one with the widow's cap, of course!" "Do you admire the widow, sir ?" "Admire her!" repeated Mr.Engelman.