the morning, but it was unlikely.

Through the afternoon it rained: the gloomy sky intensified his
fatigue and despondence. About six o'clock, exhausted in mind and
body, he had allowed his attention to stray, when the sudden clang
of a street organ startled him. His eyes turned in the wonted
direction--and instantly he sprang up. To clutch his hat, to rush
from the room and from the house, occupied but a moment. There,
walking away on the other side, was Eve. Her fawn-coloured mantle,
her hat with the yellow flowers, were the same as yesterday. The
rain had ceased; in the western sky appeared promise of a fair
evening.

Hilliard pursued her in a parallel line. At the top of the street
she crossed towards him; he let her pass by and followed closely.
She entered the booking-office of Gower Street station; he drew as
near as possible and heard her ask for a ticket--

"Healtheries; third return."

The slang term for the Health Exhibition at Kensington was familiar
to him from the English papers he had seen in Paris. As soon as Eve
had passed on he obtained a like ticket and hastened down the steps
in pursuit. A minute or two and he was sitting face to face with her
in the railway carriage.

He could now observe her at his leisure and compare her features
with those represented in the photograph. Mrs. Brewer had said truly
that the portrait did not do her justice; he saw the resemblance,
yet what a difference between the face he had brooded over at Dudley