Mine is Edmund Crowther.

Odd that we should meet like this!" "A piece of luck I didn't expect!" said Piers boyishly.

"Have you only just arrived ?" "I came here last night from Marseilles." Crowther's eyes rested on the smiling face with its proud, patrician features with the look of a man examining a perfect bronze.

"It's very kind of you to welcome me like this," he said.

"I was feeling a stranger in a strange land as I came up that path." "I've been watching you," said Piers.