The lamps of the station were being lighted five minutes before the express arrived, and as the lights flared up, Orlando entered the waiting-room of the station, with a lady on his arm, and presently showed at the platform doorway, smiling and cheerful.

He did not blench when Mazarine came towards him.

Mazarine had seen the flutter of a blue skirt in the waiting-room, and his wife had worn blue that day! Orlando saw the heavy, offensive figure of Mazarine making for him.

He, however, appeared to take no notice, though he watched his outrageous pursuer out of the corner of his eye, as he quietly gave orders to a porter concerning a little heap of luggage.

When he had finished this, he turned, as it were casually, to Mazarine.