The carriage would be at the door at half-past eleven.
And as she trotted home--for her Barney's breakfast-hour was drawing nigh--whom should she encounter upon the road, just outside the town, but their grim spectacled benefactor, Dangerfield, accompanied by, and talking in his usual short way to Nutter, the arch enemy, who, to say truth, looked confoundedly black and she heard the silver spectacles say, ''Tis, you understand, my own thoughts _only_ I speak, Mr.Nutter.' The fright and the shock of seeing Nutter so near her, made her salutation a little awkward; and she had, besides, an instinctive consciousness that they were talking about the terrible affair of yesterday.

Dangerfield, on meeting her, bid Nutter good-morning suddenly, and turned about with Mrs.Sturk, who had to slacken her pace a little, for the potent agent chose to walk rather slowly.
'A fine morning after all the rain, Madam.

How well the hills look,' and he pointed across the Liffey with his cane; 'and the view down the river,' and he turned about, pointing towards Inchicore.
I believe he wanted to see how far Nutter was behind them.

He was walking in the opposite direction, looking down on the kerb-stones of the footpath, and touching them with his cane, as if counting them as he proceeded.

Dangerfield nodded, and his spectacles in the morning sun seemed to flash two sudden gleams of lightning after him.
'I've been giving Nutter a bit of my mind, Madam, about that procedure of his.