Then suddenly he gave a start. Just as he reached the Circus he saw a face which set his heart beating wildly.
"Ah, Faversham, is that you?"
"Count Romanoff!" Dick almost gasped.
"Yes; who would have thought of seeing you? Still, the world is small."
The Count was not changed. He still carried himself proudly, and was dressed to perfection. Also, he still seemed to regard others with a degree of indifference. He was the same contemptuous, cynical man of the world.
"What are you doing, eh? Still living at Wendover Park?"
"No. You know I am not."
"No? Ah, I remember now. I have been knocking around the world ever since, and had almost forgotten. But your quondam cousin entered possession, didn't he? But you, what did you do?"
"Oh, I—I drifted."
"Drifted—where?—to what? You look changed. Things are not going well with you, eh?"