He smiled a little at that, but the unintended warning increased his vigilance.
On the whole he felt tolerably safe in the crowded London streets.

It was not as though there was any real hue and cry after him.

The lonely Cornwall tragedy had not come into sufficient public notice for that, and now it seemed almost forgotten.
He had his hazards and chances, though in a different way.

One was an encounter with a young man of good family whose acquaintance, commenced in France during the war, had continued in London afterwards.

The two young men had seen a great deal of each other--dining and going to music-halls together.