and more upon his port wine and that ease which is only to be enjoyed by
an easy mind.

Wanda was thinking of these things in the Saski Gardens, and hardly
heeded the passers-by, though--for the feminine instincts were strong in
her--she looked with softer eyes on the children than she did on the
Jew who hurried past, with bent back and a bowed head, from the
richer quarter of the town to his own mysterious purlieus of the
Franoiszkanska. The latter, perhaps, recalled the thoughts of Martin and
his heedlessness; the former made her think of--she knew not what.

She was looking towards the colonnade that marks the site of the King of
Saxony's palace, when Cartoner came through the archway into the garden.
She recognized him even at this distance, for his walk was unlike that
of the nervous, quick-moving Pole or the lurking Jew. It was more like
the gait of a Russian; but all the Russians in Warsaw wear a uniform.
That is why they are there. There was a suggestion of determination in
the walk of this Englishman.

He came down the wide alley towards her, and then suddenly perceived
her. She saw this without actually looking at him, and knew the precise
moment when he first caught sight of her. It was presumably upon
experience that Wanda based her theory that women see twice as much as
men. She saw him turn, without hesitation, away from her down a narrower
alley leading to the right. It was his intention to avoid her. But the
only turning he could take was that leading to the corner of Kotzebue
Street, and Martin was at the other end of it, coming towards him.
Cartoner was thus caught in the narrow alley. Wanda sat still and
watched the two men. She suddenly knew in advance what would happen, as
it is often vouchsafed to the human understanding to know at a moment's