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At four o'clock on the afternoon of the following day, an open barouche, drawn by a pair of magnificent bay horses, drove up to the door of the Hotel Continental. The manager, who was standing at the window of his private room, noticed two things -- first, that there was a coronet upon the carriage door; and secondly, that the lady who was alighting carried in her hand a copy of the _Morning Post_ turned down, as though to mark a certain place in it.
As she crossed the pavement he had a better view of her face, and recognized her with a little start of surprise. In a moment he was outside, and on the steps to receive her, an attention he very rarely bestowed upon his guests.