His nervously twitching hand on the upholstered seat-arm which separated his place from mine attracted my attention, which was then drawn up to his face.

He was so sickly pale, under a kind of yellowish glaze spread over his complexion, that I thought he must be ill, perhaps suffering from train sickness, in anxious anticipation of the horrors which might be in store for him on the boat.

Presently he pulled out a red-bordered handkerchief, and unobtrusively wiped his forehead, under his checked travelling cap.

When he had done this, I saw that his hair was left streaked with damp; and there was a faint, purplish stain on the handkerchief, observing which with evident dismay he stuffed the big square of coarse cambric hastily into his pocket.
"The little beast must dye his hair," I thought contemptuously.

"Perhaps he's an albino, really.