it was such a curious corner in its acoustical properties, such a peculiar ear of a place, that as mr. lorry stood at the open window, looking for the father and daughter whose steps he heard, he fancied they would never approach. not only would the echoes die away, as though the steps had gone; but, echoes of other steps that never came would be heard in their stead, and would die away for good when they seemed close at hand. however, father and daughter did at last appear, and miss pross was ready at the street door to receive them.