He was a quiet, inoffensive-looking person, with sallow complexion, suave but silent manners.

Norgate closed the door behind him.
"A victim of the system which all Europe knows of except you people," she remarked lightly.

"Well, after this I must be careful.

Walk with me to my hotel." "Of course," he assented.
They made their way along the silent corridors to the lift, out into the streets, empty of traffic now save for the watering-carts and street scavengers.
"Will there be trouble for you," Norgate asked at last, "because of this ?" "There is more trouble in my own heart," she told him quietly.

"I feel strangely disturbed, uncertain which way to move.