Now, stretching, he got to his feet in leisurely fashion, brushed perfunctorily at his rumpled clothes, and turned his steps toward the double line of plumy Australian pines which bordered the lane between hotel grounds and avenue.
Only once did he hesitate in his slouching progress.

That was when he chanced to come alongside one of the cars, in the long rank, drawn up in the shade.

The machine's front seat was occupied by a giant of a man, all in white silk, a man of middle age, blonde and bearded, a man who, but for his modern costume, might well have posed as a Norse Viking.
The splendid breadth of shoulder and depth of chest caught the wanderer's glance and won his grudging approval.

Thence, his elaborately careless gaze shifted to the car's rear seat where sat a girl.

He noted she was small and dainty and tanned and dressed in white sport-clothes.