The morning had been fine, and she had neither cloak nor umbrella.

No cab was within sight; and there was nothing for it but to stand up under a tree till the rain stopped, or walk boldly through it.

She was just debating this question with herself when she became aware of an umbrella over her, and a voice at her side saying,-- "This is most fortunate.

Miss Atherton.

Who would have thought of meeting you here ?" It was Scarfe; and Raby would sooner have met any one else in the world.
"Thank you," said she, "I shall be quite sheltered under this tree.
Don't let me detain you." "Nonsense!" said he; "you know I am delighted to be detained so pleasantly.