I saw the gentleman pitched out of a cab and was sorry for him, so I just called to ask how he was." She angrily tossed her head, and stared insolently at an old lady who came to inquire if there were any letters for the Countess of Skerry and Ness.
"No letters, your ladyship," said the man.

"And you, miss, must either send a personal message or see the manager." The young woman bounced out in a fury, and Brett followed her, silently thanking the favouring planets which had sent him down the stairs at the very moment when the girl was proffering her request to the clerk.
Fortunately, the weather was better now.

There was a clear sky overhead, and the streets looked quite cheerful after the steady downpour, London's myriad lamps being reflected in glistening zigzags across the wet pavement.
The girl did not head towards the busy Strand, but walked direct to Charing Cross station on the District Railway.
The barrister thought she intended to go somewhere by train.

He quickened his pace in order to be able to rapidly obtain a ticket and thus keep up with her.

Herein he was lucky.