Before their departure the art student was away for a few days, and, to relieve the dreariness of an existence which was becoming burdensome, Alma went out alone one afternoon, purposing a trip by steam-tram to the gardens at Nymphenburg.

She walked to the Stiglmeyerplatz, where the tram starts, and there stood waiting.

A carriage drove past, with a sound of English voices, which drew her attention.

She saw three children, a lady, and a gentleman.

The last-mentioned looked at her, and she recognised Cyrus Redgrave.