"That was why you happened along the bund about the time the boat came up-river?"
"Perhaps." She smiled vaguely.
"You wanted to find out if I still cared enough for you to——"
"Follow me? Yes, Peter; I think that was why."
"Then you didn't know I was on my way to China?"
"No, Peter, I knew nothing."
"Aren't you connected with my good friend, the man with the sea-lion mustaches, in Len Yang?"
Romola gave a short gasp. "I never was connected with him."
"But you told me you were—back there on the Persian Gulf!"
She shook her head slowly, with a gentle firmness.