He was like a man who is afraid to look behind him lest he should see something there which ought not to be there.

But at the same time, here beyond doubt was Royalty.

Nothing could have been more striking than the contrast between Eugen, a sick man in the shabby house at Ostend, and this Prince Eugen in the Royal apartments of the Grand Babylon Hotel, surrounded by the luxury and pomp which modern civilization can offer to those born in high places.

All the desperate episode of Ostend was now hidden, passed over.

It was supposed never to have occurred.