He scented a possible scandal, and meant to keep in touch with Verity.

Meanwhile, he was in need of the facts which the managing clerk could supply, so he took himself off.
Bulmer went to the window and looked out.

A drizzle of sleet was falling from a gray sky.

The atmosphere was heavy.

It was a day singularly appropriate to the evil tidings that had shocked him into a fury against the man who had so willfully deceived him.