Try and make friends with Mrs.Quarrier." "Mrs.Quarrier ?" "Yes--I have a good reason--I think she would suit you exactly.

I had a long talk with her about a fortnight ago, and she seemed to me very nice--nicer than any one I have ever known, except you." "Perhaps I shall have an opportunity"---- "Make one.

Go and see her, and ask her to come and see you." They fell again into musing, and the rest of their talk was mainly about the arrangements for the morrow.
About the time that Ivy Glazzard was going home, her uncle left Polterham by train.

He travelled some thirty miles, and alighted at a large station, which, even thus late, was full of noise and bustle.
After drinking a cup of coffee in the refreshment-room, he crossed to another platform, and then paced up and down for a quarter of an hour, until the ringing of a bell gave notice that a train which he awaited was just arriving.

It steamed into the station, and Glazzard's eye, searching among the passengers who got out, quickly recognized a tall, thin figure.
"So, here you are," he said, holding his hand to Northway, who smiled doubtfully, and peered at him with sleepy eyes.