a cigar end and laughing with the woman, and as we passed the latter turned to gaze at us. In the passing glance I obtained of her I saw that hers was a hard, thin face, with high cheek-bones, an unusually pointed chin, and a curious expression in her eyes.
Somehow—why I cannot tell—I thought she regarded us a little inquisitively.
Next instant Roseye, in breathless fear, clutched at my arm, gasping:
'Quick, Claude! For Heaven's sake let's get away!'
'Why?' I asked, much surprised at the sudden terror she had evinced.
'That woman!' cried my love, in a voice of alarm. 'Did she see me—do you think she saw me?' she asked, her trembling hand still upon my arm.
'How could she, through that veil?' I asked. 'It was impossible.'
'Is my veil really thick enough to conceal my face entirely?' she asked eagerly.
'Not absolutely to conceal it, but to render identification extremely difficult at such a distance,' I replied. 'But—tell me, why are you trembling like this, Roseye?'
'Oh, drive on,' she cried. 'Drive quickly. Do! She saw you—she will know you from those photographs in the newspapers. I saw by her look that she recognized you. Don't glance round. Keep on, keep on! Go as fast as ever you can. Save me from her—oh! do save me, Claude!' she implored.
I saw, with much apprehension, that her unaccountable mental agitation was returning.
