The passengers began to come on shore at about eleven o'clock. There were a good many children and English nursemaids; three or four military-looking men, dressed in loose garments of grey and nankeen colour; several ladies, all more or less sunburnt; a couple of ayahs; three men-servants; and an aristocratic-looking man of about fifty-five, dressed, unlike the rest of the travellers, in fine broadcloth, with a black-satin cravat, a gold pin, a carefully brushed hat, and varnished boots. His clothes, in fact, were very much of the same fashion as those which Joseph Wilmot had chosen for himself. This man was Henry Dunbar; tall and broad-chested, with grey hair and moustache, and with a haughty smile upon his handsome face. Joseph Wilmot stood among the little crowd, motionless as a statue, watching his old betrayer. "Not much changed," he murmured; "very little changed! Proud, and selfish, and cruel then—proud, and selfish, and cruel now. He has grown older, and stouter, and greyer; but he is the same man he was five-and-thirty years ago. I can see it all in his face." He advanced as Henry Dunbar landed, and approached the Anglo-Indian. "Mr. Dunbar, I believe?" he said, removing his hat. "Yes, I am Mr. Dunbar." "I have been sent from the office in St. Gundolph Lane, sir," returned Joseph; "I have a letter for you from Mr. Balderby. I came to meet you, and to be of service to you." Henry Dunbar looked at him doubtfully. "You are not one of the clerks in St. Gundolph Lane?" he said. "No, Mr. Dunbar." "I thought as much; you don't look like a clerk; but who are you, then?" "I will tell you presently, sir. I am a substitute for another person, who was taken ill upon the road. But there is no time to speak of that now. I came to be of use to you. Shall I see after your luggage?" "Yes, I shall be glad if you will do so." "You have a servant with you, Mr. Dunbar?" "No, my valet was taken ill at Malta, and I left him behind." "Indeed!" exclaimed Joseph Wilmot; "that was a misfortune." A sudden flash of light sparkled in his eyes as he spoke. "Yes, it was devilish provoking. You'll find the luggage packed, and directed to Portland Place; be so good as to see that it is sent off immediately by the speediest route. There is a portmanteau in my cabin, and my travelling-desk. I require those with me. All the rest can go on." "I will see to it, sir." "Thank you; you are very good. At what hotel are you staying?" "I have not been to any hotel yet. I only arrived this morning. The _Electra_ was not expected until to-morrow." "I will go on to the Dolphin, then," returned Mr. Dunbar; "and I shall be glad if you will follow me directly you have attended to the luggage. I want to get to London to-night, if possible."