But the voices from Genzano began to come nearer.

A quarter to six .-- There would be only a short time for them to rest and have their tea in, before they must all start home for the villa, where Miss Manisty was expecting the whole party for dinner at eight.

Was that Mr.
Brooklyn's voice?
She could not see them, but she could hear them talking in the narrow overgrown lane leading from the lake to the ruins.
How _very_ strange! The four persons approaching entered the Giardino still noisily laughing and talking--and Lucy knew none of them! The two men, of whom one certainly resembled Mr.Brooklyn in height and build, were quite strangers to her; and she felt certain that the two ladies, who were stout and elderly, had nothing to do either with Mrs.Elliott, Mr.Reggie's married sister, or with the Ambassador's daughter.
She watched them with astonishment.

They were English, tourists apparently from Frascati, to judge from their conversation.

And they were in a great hurry.