Dulcie looked up at him with surprise, and then with an emotion of alarm, mingled with confusion, which he was neither slow to see nor misinterpret—
'May I ask your name?' said he in a mild tone.
'Miss Carlyon—Dulcie Carlyon.'
'Ah! you speak good English.'
'I am English.'
'And not a furriner?'
'No,' replied Dulcie in growing alarm.
'But you reside in London, just now?'
'Just now—yes,' said Dulcie, seeing that he was comparing her face with that of a photo in his hand.
'With your family—friends?'