'Very well,' said Clara, in a tone she had never yet used to her employer, 'then I shall leave you.' She spoke without a moment's reflection; something independent of her will seemed to direct her in speech and act.

Mrs.Tubbs yielded.
Clara had not yet been able to obtain the dress she wished for.

Her savings, however, were sufficient for the purchase of a few accessories, which made her, she considered, not unpresentable.
Scawthorne was to have a cab waiting for her at a little distance from the luncheon-bar.

It was now June, and at the hour of their meeting still broad daylight, but Clara cared nothing for the chance that acquaintances might see her; nay, she had a reckless desire that Sidney Kirkwood might pass just at this moment.

She noticed no one whom she knew, however; but just as the cab was turning into Pentonville Road, Scawthorne drew her attention to a person on the pavement.
'You see that old fellow,' he said.