POLLY CONDESCENDS There was time enough for Polly to reply to this invitation, but reply she did not.

None the less, Gammon was walking about near her lodgings at ten o'clock on Sunday morning.

It seemed to him that he once or twice perceived a face at an upper window, but at a quarter past the hour Miss Sparkes had not come forth.

He was on the point of going boldly to the door when a recognizable figure approached--that of Mr.
Nibby.

The men hailed each other.
"Waiting for somebody ?" inquired the representative of the Gillingwater burner, a twinkle in his eye.
To avoid the risk of complications Gammon avowed that he was looking out for Miss Sparkes, with whom he wanted a word on private business.
"First rate!" exclaimed Mr.Nibby.