The sight of a restaurant, however, at last reminded me that I was desperately hungry.
I knew it by name--a huge cosmopolitan place of the lower middle class, and entering I found a quiet seat, where my country clothes were not conspicuous.

There were few people about me, and those few uninteresting, so I kept my attention divided between my dinner and the evening paper.

But just as I was drawing towards the close of my meal, something happened to change all that.
A woman, followed by a man, passed my table, and the two seated themselves diagonally opposite to me.

Something in the woman's light footsteps, her free movements, and the graceful carriage of her head, struck me instantly as being familiar.

She was dressed very plainly, and she was closely veiled.