He would be at the Robin Hood gate in Richmond Park at three o'clock.

Perhaps the gods would be good to him.

He would wait there for half an hour to give them a chance, anyway.
She slipped the letter unconsciously into the bosom of her dress, and sat looking out of the window.

It promised to be a glorious day, and London was stifling and gritty.

Surely no one but an unwholesome-minded prude could jib at a walk across a park.