Good-night," said the clergyman, quickly, and hastened away through the rain from Conolly's civilities.
When he arrived at Westbourne Terrace, there was a cab waiting before the house.

The door was opened to him by Marian's maid, who was dressed for walking.
"Master is in the drawing-room, sir, with Miss McQuinch," she said, meaning, evidently, "Look out for squalls." He went upstairs, and found Elinor, with her hat on, standing by the pianoforte, with battle in her nostrils.

Mr.Lind, looking perplexed and angry, was opposite to her.
"George," said Mr.Lind, "close the door.

Do you know the latest news ?" "No." "Marian has run away!" "Run away!" "Yes," said Miss McQuinch.

"She has fled to Mrs.Toplis's, at St.Mary's Terrace, with--as Uncle Reginald was just saying--a most dangerous associate." "With-- ?" "With _me_, in short." "And you have counselled her to take this fatal step ?" "No.