In one carriage he saw a blonde lady with her back to him, accompanied by two officers of the English navy.

Immediately he thought of Freya....

Her hat, her gown, everything about her personality, was so very distinctive.

And yet, when the coach had passed on without his being able to get a glimpse of the face of the stranger, the image of the adventuress persisted in his mind.
Finally he became very much irritated with himself, because of this absurd resemblance suspected without any reason whatever.

How could that English-woman with the two officers be Freya ?...