I met his black looks with a steady countenance, and passed by him, becoming aware, however, as I went on down the stairs that he had turned and was looking after me.

He was a tall, handsome man, dark, and somewhat ruddy of complexion, and was dressed in the extreme of Court fashion, in a suit of myrtle-green trimmed with sable.

He carried also a cloak lined with the same on his arm.

Beyond looking back when I reached the street, to see that he did not follow me, I thought no more of him.

But we were to meet again, and often.