Julian kept apart from them.

First, a miserable old woman, huddling herself in a dirty shawl; looking on all sides with a greedy eye; hastening off no one knew whither.

Then two young girls, laughing aloud at their recovered liberty; they repaired at once to the nearest public-house.

Then a figure of quite different appearance, coming quickly forward, hesitating, gazing around; a beautiful face, calm with too great self-control, sad, pale.

Towards her Julian advanced.
"Mr.Waymark was unavoidably prevented from coming," he said quickly.
"But he has taken rooms for you.