As you say, things have changed." He spoke shortly, his brows were knit, and he glanced about him like a man trying to decide in an emergency.

"We must get you clothes and so forth, at any rate.

Better wait here until they can be procured.

No one will come near you.

You want shaving." Graham rubbed his chin.
The man with the flaxen beard came back towards them, turned suddenly, listened for a moment, lifted his eyebrows at the older man, and hurried off through the archway towards the balcony.