He could not speak to his fellow-workmen.

From morning to night it had rained.

St.John's Arch looked more broken-spirited than ever, drenched in sooty moisture.
During the dinner-hour he walked over to the public-house of which Jane had spoken, and obtained from the barman as full a description as possible of the person he hoped to encounter.

Both then and on his return home in the evening he shunned the house where his friends dwelt.
It came round to Monday.

For the first time for many months he had allowed Sunday to pass without visiting the Hewetts.