But things had changed.

Clearly she was interested in this impostor.

Was it the man himself or the adventure?
He did not know.

But the adventure was the man--and who could tell?
Once he thought he had detected some warmth for himself in her eye, in the clasp of her hand; there was nothing of that sort now.

A black, ungentlemanly spirit seized him.
It possessed him most strongly at the moment he was passing the home of Elise Malboir.