The latter sent a reply to him that perhaps she would be coming out in about an hour, but could not be certain.
He waited, standing in the rain, over against the house.

Perhaps twenty minutes passed; then he saw the girl come forth.
'We can't talk here,' Luke said, joining her.

'Will you come under the archway yonder ?' 'I don't see that we've got so much to talk about,' Totty answered, indifferently.
'Yes, I've several things to ask you.' 'All right.

But I can't wait out in the cold for long.' They went in the direction away from Paradise Street, and found shelter under a black vault of the railway.

A train roared above their heads as they entered.
'I've just seen Lydia Trent,' he began.