It had come on to rain, and the raw dampness mingled itself with the dusky uproar of the Strand.
At last, among the press of people, as he was passing out, our hero became aware that he had been brought into contact with Lovelock, who was walking just beside him.

At the same moment Lovelock noticed him--looked at him for an instant, and then looked away.

But he looked back again the next instant, and the two men then uttered that inarticulate and inexpressive exclamation which passes for a sign of greeting among gentlemen of the Anglo-Saxon race, in their moments of more acute self-consciousness.
"Oh, are you here ?" said Bernard.

"I thought you were in Paris." "No; I ain't in Paris," Lovelock answered with some dryness.

"Tired of the beastly hole!" "Oh, I see," said Bernard.