Good day, Lorton; good day to you!" and he started off, with a quick step, in the very opposite direction to that which he had been previously going.

I went on homeward, with Catch following obediently at my heels.
Which way did we go?
Can you not guess, or must I have to tell you?
How very obtuse some persons are! Why, by The Terrace, of course.

Was it not there that Min lived; and might I not chance to get a glance from her love-speaking, soft grey eyes?
Only one glance--and I would be amply repaid! I passed by her house.

Yes, there she was at the window, attending to her flowers and carefully shielding a much-prized little maidenhair fern with a bell glass from the rays of the sun, which beamed as though Phoebus had mistaken the season and thought it a summer day.
She saw me as I sauntered by, recognising me with a little nod and smile and a sudden heightening of colour; and came to the door.

Of course I went up the steps and spoke to her.