The late afternoon came, and she could bear it no longer--she would visit Guida.

She was about to start, when the door in the garden wall opened and Olivier Delagarde entered.

As he doffed his hat to her she thought she had never seen anything more beautiful than the smooth forehead, white hair, and long beard of the returned patriot.

That was the first impression; but a closer scrutiny detected the furtive, watery eye, the unwholesome, drooping mouth, the vicious teeth, blackened and irregular.

There was, too, something sinister in the yellow stockings, luridly contrasting with the black knickerbockers and rusty blue coat.
At first Carterette was inclined to run towards the prophet-like figure--it was Ranulph's father; next she drew back with dislike--his smile was leering malice under the guise of amiable mirth.