Persuade him to come and see me on Sunday night.' They shook hands again, and Grail took his departure.

Egremont still stood for a few minutes before the fire; then he extinguished the gas, locked the door behind him, and went forth into the street singing to himself.
Gilbert turned into Paradise Street, which was close at hand.

He had decided to call and ask for Ackroyd on his way home.

The latter had not been at work that day, and was perhaps ailing; for some time he had seemed out of sorts.

Intercourse between them was not as constant as formerly.