The next he was glad he had so determined, for Grio after strolling on in seeming carelessness to a point not twenty yards from him, and well commanded from his seat, leant again on the wall, and seemed to be enjoying the view.

This time Claude was sure, from the movement of his shoulders, that his hands were employed.
"In what ?" The young man asked himself the question; and noted that beside Grio's left heel lay a piece of broken tile of a peculiar colour.
The next moment he had an inspiration.

He drew up his feet on the seat, drew his cloak over his head and affected to be asleep.

What Grio, when he came upon him, thought of a man who chose to sleep in the open in such weather he did not learn, for after standing a while--as Claude's ears told him--opposite the sleeper, the Spaniard turned and walked back the way he had come.

This time, and though he now had the wind at his back, he walked briskly; as a man would walk in such weather, or as a man might walk who had done his business.
Claude waited until his coarse, heavy figure had disappeared through the Porte Tertasse; nay, he waited until the light began to fail.