It was Gilbert Grail; he had come in the hope of meeting Thyrza, who, Lydia had told him, was gone to see Totty Nancarrow.

He was greatly anxious about her.
Egremont, coming up at a swift pace recognised Gilbert and stopped.
They shook hands.

Grail was silent, Egremont began to stammer words.

He had been to see Bunce, just now, for such and such reasons, with such and such results.

But he could not stop, he had an engagement.
Good-night! The shame of it! He found himself in Lambeth Walk, no longer searching, anxious only to get away from the sight of men.