eye like Oriental sepulchres: and he strolled off by himself into
the shrubbery, very heavy in heart, to hide his real feelings from
the priest and the soldier, whose coarser-grained minds could never
have understood the enthusiasm of humanity which inspired and
informed him.

Frida rose and followed him, moved by some unconscious wave of
instinctive sympathy. The four children of this world were left
together on the lawn by the rustic table, to exchange views by
themselves on the extraordinary behaviour and novel demeanour of
the mysterious Alien.






VII





As soon as he was gone, a sigh of relief ran half-unawares through
the little square party. They felt some unearthly presence had been
removed from their midst. General Claviger turned to Monteith.
"That's a curious sort of chap," he said slowly, in his military
way. "Who is he, and where does he come from?"

"Ah, where does he come from?--that's just the question," Monteith