They were walking along a narrow path between high bushes of rhododendrons.

It was very dark, so that Linforth could only see dimly her face and eyes framed in the white scarf which she had draped over her hair.

But even so he could see that she was very grave.
"I was wondering whether I should tell you," she said quietly.

"It was not chance which brought me here--which brought us together again." Dick came to her side.
"No ?" he asked, looking down into her face.

He spoke very gently, and with a graver voice than he had used before.
"No," she answered.