Monday at noon
Her companion , however , the one who seemed to be of much the same age , was well in view . Sisters they could not be ; nothing of the Warricombe countenance revealed itself in those handsome but strongly-marked features . A beautiful girl , she also , yet of a type that made slight appeal to him . Sidwell was all he could imagine of sweet and dignified ; more modest in bearing , more gracile , more -- Monday at noon , and he still walked the streets of Exeter . Early this morning he had been out to the Old Tiverton Road , and there , on the lawn amid the laurels , had caught brief glimpse of two female figures , in one of which he merely divined Sidwell . Why he tarried thus he did not pretend to explain to himself . Rain had just come on , and the lowering sky made him low-spirited ; he mooned about the street under his umbrella .