The two men who had come in the carriage were sitting at a little table with a man in mufti.

This man raised his head and said something.

He did not hear the words--but, to his amazement, he recognised the handsome face as that of Prince Oscarovitch, whom he had never seen before he came as his guest to the garden-party at "The Wilderness." On the bulkhead of the cabin at the Prince's head there hung a little block-calendar, and the exposed leaf showed the date, Monday, 6th June.
As he read it an impulse caused him to look round at the calendar standing upon his own mantel-shelf.

It showed the date, Friday, 24th June.

He turned back to the window and saw nothing but his own lawn and the moonlit Common beyond..