I affected, however, to be absorbed in the magazine which I was reading, and under cover of which I was able to make a close observation of the man, who was sitting on the same side as myself.

He had put up his feet and closed his eyes, but he had evidently suffered badly from sea-sickness, for his face remained almost deathly white, and he shivered now and then as though with cold.

He had lost the well-groomed air which had distinguished him in Paris.

His features were haggard and worn, and he looked at least ten years older.

His clothes were excellently made, and the fur coat which he had wrapped around himself was magnificent.