But today there was a certain chill in the air after yesterday's storm, and instead of taking his dip, he walked along the sea front toward Sussex Square.

For in his warm-hearted way, seeing that Morris was, as he had said, to tell his mother today about his happy and thoroughly suitable love affair, Mr.Taynton proposed to give a little _partie carree_ on the earliest possible evening, at which the two young lovers, Mrs.Assheton, and himself would form the table.

He would learn from her what was the earliest night on which she and Morris were disengaged, and then write to that delightful girl whose affections dear Morris had captured.
But at the corner of the square, just as he was turning into it, there bowled swiftly out a victoria drawn by two horses; he recognised the equipage, he recognised also Mrs.Assheton who was sitting in it.

Her head, however, was turned the other way, and Mr.Taynton's hand, already half-way up to his hat was spared the trouble of journeying farther.
But he went on to the house, since his invitation could be easily conveyed by a note which he would scribble there, and was admitted by Martin.

Mrs.Assheton, however, was out, a fact which he learned with regret, but, if he might write a note to her, his walk would not be wasted.