and that which lived before him! A difference not to be accounted
for by mere lapse of time. She could not, he thought, have changed
greatly in the last two or three years, for her age at the time of
sitting for the photograph must have been at least one-and-twenty.
She did not look older than he had expected: it was still a young
face, but--and herein he found its strangeness--that of a woman
who views life without embarrassment, without anxiety. She sat at
her ease, casting careless glances this way and that. When her eyes
fell upon him he winced, yet she paid no more heed to him than to
the other passengers.

Presently she became lost in thought; her eyes fell. Ah! now the
resemblance to the portrait came out more distinctly. Her lips
shaped themselves to that expression which he knew so well, the
half-smile telling of habitual sadness.

His fixed gaze recalled her to herself, and immediately the
countenance changed beyond recognition. Her eyes wandered past him
with a look of cold if not defiant reserve; the lips lost all their
sweetness. He was chilled with vague distrust, and once again asked
himself whether this could be the Eve Madeley whose history he had
heard.

Again she fell into abstraction, and some trouble seemed to grow
upon her mind. It was difficult now to identify her with the girl
who had talked and laughed so gaily last evening. Towards the end of
the journey a nervous restlessness began to appear in her looks and
movements. Hilliard felt that he had annoyed her by the persistency
of his observation, and tried to keep his eyes averted. But no; the
disturbance she betrayed was due to some other cause; probably she