"Ah! doubtless there is the one I'm looking for." Seated alone at a table behind him was a woman dressed in gray.

Her back was toward him, but he lost none of the beautiful contours of her figure.

She wore a gray alpine hat, below the rim of which rebellious little curls escaped, curls of a fine red-brown, which, as they trailed to the nape of the firm white neck, lightened into a ruddy gold.

Her delicate head was turned aside, and to all appearances her gaze was directed to the entrance to the pavilion.

A heavy blue veil completely obscured her features; though Maurice could see a rose-tinted ear and the shadow of a curving chin and throat, which promised much.