Her eyes, however, were still fixed upon the person who had engaged so large a share of her attention.

She came towards him, her lips a little parted.
"Leopold!" she faltered.

"The Holy Saints, why did you not let me know!" Dominey bowed very slightly.

His words seemed to have a cut and dried flavour.
"I am so sorry," he replied, "but I fear that you make a mistake.

My name is not Leopold." She stood quite still, looking at him with the air of not having heard a word of his polite disclaimer.
"In London, of all places," she murmured.