"He is here.

Give yourself no anxiety." And the second comer crossed the threshold, coming suddenly out of the shadow of the staircase.

It was Dormer Colville, white with snow, his face grey and worn.

He shook hands with Barebone and bowed to Juliette, but the Marquis gave him no time to speak.
"I go down into the town," he explained, breathlessly.

"The streets are full.