Jasper mused concerning them. When he had walked a few yards, he
looked back; at the same moment the unknown man also turned his
head.
'Where the deuce have I seen them--him and the girl too?' Milvain
asked himself.
And before he reached home the recollection he sought flashed
upon his mind.
'The Museum Reading-room, of course!'
CHAPTER II. THE HOUSE OF YULE
'I think' said Jasper, as he entered the room where his mother
and Maud were busy with plain needlework, 'I must have met Alfred
Yule and his daughter.'
'How did you recognise them?' Mrs Milvain inquired.
'I passed an old buffer and a pale-faced girl whom I know by
sight at the British Museum. It wasn't near Yule's house, but
they were taking a walk.'
'They may have come already. When Miss Harrow was here last, she
said "in about a fortnight."'
'No mistaking them for people of these parts, even if I hadn't
remembered their faces. Both of them are obvious dwellers in the
valley of the shadow of books.'
'Is Miss Yule such a fright then?' asked Maud.
'A fright! Not at all.
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