Louise smiled pleasantly, and said how very kind it was of Mrs.Mumford.
She had no difficulty in reaching Streatham by the time appointed.
Unfortunately, it was a cloudy evening, and a spattering of rain fell from time to time.
'I suppose you'll be afraid to walk to the Common,' said Mr.Cobb, who stood waiting at the exit from the station, and showed more satisfaction in his countenance when Louise appeared than he evinced in words.
'Oh, I don't care,' she answered.

'It won't rain much, and I've brought my umbrella, and I've nothing on that will take any harm.' She had, indeed, dressed herself in her least demonstrative costume.
Cobb wore the usual garb of his leisure hours, which was better than that in which he had called the other day at "Runnymede." For some minutes they walked towards Streatham Common without interchange of a word, and with no glance at each other.

Then the man coughed, and said bluntly that he was glad Louise had come.
'Well, I wanted to see you,' was her answer.
'What about ?' 'I don't think I shall be able to stay with the Mumfords.

They're very nice people, but they're not exactly my sort, and we don't get on very well.

Where had I better go ?' 'Go?
Why home, of course.