Then he named all the party present.

But the stranger hardly heeded, though his eyes looked curiously from one to the other, slow, shrewd, clairvoyant.
"Were you on your way home ?" asked Robert, huffy.
The stranger lifted his head and looked at him.
"Home!" he repeated.

"No.

The other road--" He indicated the direction with his head, and smiled faintly.
"Beldover ?" inquired Robert.
"Yes." He had dropped his head again, as if he did not want to look at them.
To Josephine, the pale, impassive, blank-seeming face, the blue eyes with the smile which wasn't a smile, and the continual dropping of the well-shaped head was curiously affecting.

She wanted to cry.
"Are you a miner ?" Robert asked, _de haute en bas_.
"No," cried Josephine.