Mysterious Mr. Sabin

Sabin had unconsciously spoken the truth when he had pleaded an appointment to Lord Wolfenden. Wolfenden, wondering of what she in some manner reminded him, suddenly thought of some old French miniatures, which he had stopped to admire only a day or two before, in a little curio shop near Bond Street. Even if it should turn out that this was not the case, Wolfenden was democratic enough to think that it made no difference. Once, twice she looked nervously behind her, then she paused before the door of his cabin, hesitated for a moment, and finally passed over the threshold.