They exchanged glances across the card.

The man gave no sign that he knew his former officer, but Charles had no doubt that he did.

He placed a coin on top of the organ and went swiftly on.
A week of increasing strain slipped by, and another commenced.

Then Fortune, with a contemptuous good-humoured spin of her wheel, did for Charles Turold what he could hardly have hoped to achieve in a year's effort without her aid.
It was late at night, and he was in a despondent mood after one of his recurring disappointments--this time a graceful slender shape which he had earlier in the evening pursued in a flock of home-going shop-girls until she turned and revealed a pert Cockney face which bore no resemblance to Sisily's.

Several hours later he paid another of his visits to Euston Square, which he believed to be the starting-point of Sisily's own wanderings.