They passed into the court and to a stair that once had known a constant, worldly-rich traffic up and down.

Now it was still and twilight, after the streets.

Both men had affairs to put in order, business on hand.

They moved now abstractedly, and when Warburton reached, upon the first landing, the door of his rooms, he turned aside from Ian with only a negligent, "We'll sup together and say last things then." The Scot went on alone to the next landing and his own room.

These were not his usual lodgings in Paris.