Then they walked down the steps, over the spread carpet, and across the roadway.

Within three paces of where Godfrey stood there was a gate.

She gave the key to the knight, and after one or two attempts the gate swung open.
Whilst he was fumbling at the lock she stood looking about her, and presently caught sight of Godfrey's slim figure crouched against the railings in the deepest of the shadows.
"There is someone there, Lord Charles," she said.
"Is there ?" he answered, indifferently.

"A cab-tout or a beggar, I expect.

They always hang about parties.