When he took his seat another man was in the further corner whom he scarcely noticed. The train shot rapidly on for some leagues. Profound silence in the coupe, save at moments those heavy impatient sighs that came from the very depths of the heart, and of which he who sighs is unconscious, burst from the Englishman's lips, and drew on him the observant side-glance of his fellow-traveller. At length the fellow-traveller said in very good English, though with French accent, "Would you object, sir, to my lighting my little carriage- lantern? I am in the habit of reading in the night train, and the wretched lamp they give us does not permit that. But if you wish to sleep, and my lantern would prevent you doing so, consider my request unasked." "You are most courteous, sir. Pray light your lantern--that will not interfere with my sleep." As Graham thus answered, far away from the place and the moment as his thoughts were, it yet faintly struck him that he had heard that voice before. The man produced a small lantern, which he attached to the window-sill, and drew forth from a small leathern bag sundry newspapers and pamphlets. Graham flung himself back, and in a minute or so again came his sigh. "Allow me to offer you those evening journals--you may not have had time to read them before starting," said the fellow-traveller, leaning forward, and extending the newspapers with one hand, while with the other he lifted his lantern. Graham turned, and the faces of the two men were close to each other--Graham with his travelling-cap drawn over his brows, the other with head uncovered. "Monsieur Lebeau!" "Bon soir, Mr. Lamb!" Again silence for a moment or so. Monsieur Lebeau then broke it-- "I think, Mr. Lamb, that in better society than that of the Faubourg Montmartre you are known under another name." Graham had no heart then for the stage-play of a part, and answered, with quiet haughtiness, "Possibly--and what name?" "Graham Vane. And, sir," continued Lebeau, with a haughtiness equally quiet, but somewhat more menacing, "since we two gentlemen find ourselves thus close, do I ask too much if I inquire why you condescend to seek my acquaintance in disguise?" "Monsieur le Vicomte de Mauleon, when you talk of disguise, is it too much to inquire why my acquaintance was accepted by Monsieur Lebeau?" "Ha! Then you confess that it was Victor de Mauleon whom you sought when you first visited the cafe Jean Jacques?" "Frankly I confess it." Monsieur Lebeau drew himself back, and seemed to reflect. "I see! Solely for the purpose of learning whether Victor de Mauleon could give you any information about Louise Duval. Is it so?" "Monsieur le Vicomte, you say truly."