moment seemed about to pass without recognising him; but he had
raised his hat, and she could not but move her head in reply. She so
obviously wished to avoid speaking, that he walked quickly on in
another direction. He wondered what he could be doing in such a
place as this. It could hardly be that she had acquaintances or
connections here. Julian had not given him any particulars of
Harriet's former life, and his friend's marriage was still a great
puzzle to him. He knew well that the girl had no liking for himself;
it was not improbable that this casual meeting would make their
intercourse yet more strained. He thought for a moment of
questioning Julian, but decided that the matter was no business of
his.

It was so rare for him to meet an acquaintance in the streets, that
a second chance of the same kind, only a few minutes later,
surprised him greatly. This time the meeting as a pleasant one;
somebody ran across to him from over the way, and he saw that it was
Sally Fisher. She looked pleased. The girl had preserved a good deal
of her sea-side complexion through the year and a half of town life,
and, when happy, glowed all over her cheeks with the healthiest hue.
She held out her hand in the usual frank, impulsive way.

"Oh, I thought it was you! You won't see I no more at the old
place."

"No? How's that?"

"I'm leavin' un to-morrow. I've got a place in a shop, just by here,
--a chandler's shop, and I'm going to live in."