Among the latter was a smart, military-looking man of not more than thirty-three, tall, dark, and slim, with a merry face a trifle bronzed, and a pair of dark eyes beaming with good humour. As he alighted from a first-class carriage he held up his hand and secured a hansom standing by, then handed out his companion, a well-dressed girl of about twenty-two, whose black eyes and hair, rather aquiline features and sun-browned skin, were sufficient evidence that she was a native of the South. Her dress, of some dark blue material, bore the stamp of the first-class costumier; attached to her belt was the small satchel affected by foreign ladies when travelling; her neat toque became her well; and her black hair, although a trifle awry after the tedious, uncomfortable journey, still presented an appearance far neater than that of other bedraggled women around her. "Welcome to London!" he exclaimed in good Italian. For a moment she paused, gazing wonderingly about her at the great vaulted station, dazed by its noise, bustle, and turmoil. "And this is actually London!" she exclaimed. "Ah! what a journey! How thankful I am that it's all over, and I am here, in England at last!" "So am I," he said, with a sigh of relief as he removed his grey felt hat to ease his head. They had only hand-baggage, and this having been quickly transferred to the cab, he handed her in. As he placed his foot upon the step to enter the vehicle after her, a voice behind him suddenly exclaimed-- "Hullo, Tristram! Back in London again?" He turned quickly, and recognised in the elderly, grey-haired, well-groomed man in frock-coat and silk hat his old friend Major Gordon Maitland, and shook him heartily by the hand. "Yes," he answered. "London once again. But you know how I spend my life--on steamboats or in sleeping-cars. To-morrow I may start again for Constantinople. I'm the modern Wandering Jew." "Except, that you're not a Jew--eh?" the other laughed. "Well, travelling is your profession; and not a bad one either." "Try it in winter, my dear fellow, when the thermometer is below zero," answered Captain Frank Tristram, smiling. "You'd prefer the fireside corner at the club." "Urgent business?" inquired the Major, in a lower tone, and with a meaning look. The other nodded. "Who's your pretty companion?" Maitland asked in a low voice, with a quick glance at the girl in the cab. "She was placed under my care at Leghorn, and we've travelled through together. She's charming. Let me introduce you." Then, approaching the conveyance, he exclaimed in Italian: "Allow me, signorina, to present my friend Major Gordon Maitland,--the Signorina Vittorina Rinaldo." "Your first visit to our country, I presume?" exclaimed the Major, in rather shaky Italian, noticing how eminently handsome she was. "Yes," she answered, smiling. "I have heard so much of your great city, and am all anxiety to see it."