him now."

"Then he has perhaps come in without your knowing it?"

"I do not think so," said Madelon, "he would have called me;
and besides, I should have seen him cross the courtyard. I saw
you come in just now, Monsieur."

Nevertheless she left her station by the window, and moved
slowly along the passage to their apartment; it was just
opposite Graham's, and as she went in, leaving the door open,
Horace, who had followed her without any very definite
purpose, looked in. It was a tolerably large room, with a door
to the left opening into a smaller apartment, Utrecht velvet
chairs and sofa, a mantelpiece also covered with velvet, on
which stood a clock, a tall looking-glass, and two lighted wax
candles; a table in the middle with some packs of cards, and a
liqueur bottle and glasses, and a bed on one side opposite the
fireplace. The window looked on to a side street, noisy with
the incessant rattling of vehicles, and so narrow that the
numerous lighted interiors of the houses opposite were visible
to the most casual observer. A smell of smoking pervaded the
room, explained by the presence of a young man, who held a
cigar in one hand, whilst he leaned half out of the window,
over the low iron balcony in front, shouting to some one in
the street below. He looked round as Madelon came in, and
slowly drew himself back into the room, exhibiting a lean,
yellow face, surrounded with dishevelled hair, and ornamented
by black unkempt beard and moustache.