His clothes were squalid, and both they and his person diffused the odours of the drinking bar from which he had just come.

The porter in charge of the cloak-room had run a hostile eye over him as he deposited his bundle.

But now no one observed him; while he, gathered up and concentrated, like some old wolf upon a trail, followed every movement of the party entering the Gaddesden car.
George Anderson and his French Canadian friend left the platform last.
As Anderson reached the door of the car he turned back to speak to Mariette, and his face and figure were clearly visible to the watcher behind the barred cloak-room door.

A gleam of savage excitement passed over the old man's face; his limbs trembled more violently.
Through the side windows of the car the party could be seen distributing themselves over the comfortable seats, laughing and talking in groups.
In the dining-room, the white tablecloth spread for tea, with the china and silver upon it, made a pleasant show.

And now two high officials of the railway came hurrying up, one to shake hands with Lady Merton and see that all was right, the other to accompany the party.
Elizabeth Merton came out in her white dress, and leant over the railing, talking, with smiles, to the official left behind.