I might have told you about a new friend I've got." Harriet looked sharply into his face.

Julian had made no mention of Waymark on the preceding Sunday; it had been a rainy day, and they had only spent a few minutes together in the parlour which Mrs.Ogle, the keeper of the shop, allowed them to use on these occasions.
"What sort of a friend ?" the girl inquired rather sourly.
"A very pleasant fellow, rather older than myself; I made his acquaintance by chance." Julian avoided reference to the real circumstances.

He knew well the difficulty of making Harriet understand them.
"We are going to see each other every Sunday," he went on.
"Then I suppose you'll give up coming for me ?" "Oh no, not at all.

I shall see him at night always, after I have left you." "Where does he live ?" "Rather far off; in Kennington." "What is he ?" "A teacher in a school.

I hope to get good from being with him; we're going to read together, and so on.