Admittedly, a lovely, smart London house, but Hallam has to work.
Just then footsteps came crashing through the underbrush, and Mr. Hallam ran hurriedly up.
Hallam was a man below the medium size, a little stooped, and of quiet demeanor.
Hallam mounted, crossed his crutches before him, and lifted his cap.
Mrs. Hallam was waiting and watching for some one to enter or to leave that establishment.
His own affection for Hallam seems to personate the object of his attachment, and “sees himself in all he sees.”
