If there had been any----" The voice sank, and Hilliard could only gather from observance of the man's face that he was excusing himself in fervent tones for the necessity of departure.

Then they both rose and walked a few yards together.

Finally, with a sense of angry exultation, Hilliard saw them part.
For a little while Eve stood watching the musicians, who were making ready to play a new piece.

As soon as the first note sounded she moved slowly, her eyes cast down.

With fiercely throbbing heart, thinking and desiring and hoping he knew not what, Hilliard once more followed her.
Night had now fallen; the grounds of the Exhibition shone with many-coloured illumination; the throng grew dense.