Today he carried a walking-stick, and wore gloves; otherwise his appearance was the same as at Richmond.

At the distance of a few yards he raised his hat, not very gracefully.

Monica did not offer her hand, nor did Widdowson seem to expect it.

But he gave proof of an intense pleasure in the meeting; his sallow cheeks grew warm, and in the many wrinkles about his eyes played a singular smile, good-natured but anxious, apprehensive.
'I am so glad you were able to come,' he said in a low voice, bending towards her.
'It has been even finer than last Sunday,' was Monica's rather vague reply, as she glanced at some people who were passing.
'Yes, a wonderful day.

But I only left home an hour ago.