A man came out of the shop with a small parcel, and gave it to the lady, who then drove off.

The dark man kept his eyes fixed on her, and when the carriage moved up Piccadilly he followed in the same direction, and hailed a hansom.

Jonathan kept looking after him, and said, as if to himself, "I believe it is the Count, but he has grown young.

My God, if this be so! Oh, my God! My God! If only I knew! If only I knew!" He was distressing himself so much that I feared to keep his mind on the subject by asking him any questions, so I remained silent.

I drew away quietly, and he, holding my arm, came easily.