And he backed into a man who was coming inobservantly this way.

Marian went to the ladies' cloak-room, put on her hat and jacket,
and left the Museum. Some one passed out through the swing-door a
moment before her, and as soon as she had issued beneath the
portico, she saw that it was Jasper Milvain; she must have
followed him through the hall, but her eyes had been cast down.
The young man was now alone; as he descended the steps he looked
to left and right, but not behind him. Marian followed at a
distance of two or three yards. Nearing the gateway, she
quickened her pace a little, so as to pass out into the street
almost at the same moment as Milvain. But he did not turn his
head.

He took to the right. Marian had fallen back again, but she still
followed at a very little distance. His walk was slow, and she
might easily have passed him in quite a natural way; in that case
he could not help seeing her. But there was an uneasy suspicion
in her mind that he really must have noticed her in the
Reading-room. This was the first time she had seen him since
their parting at Finden. Had he any reason for avoiding her? Did
he take it ill that her father had shown no desire to keep up his
acquaintance?

She allowed the interval between them to become greater. In a
minute or two Milvain turned up Charlotte Street, and so she lost
sight of him.

In Tottenham Court Road she waited for an omnibus that would take