It had been heavy breathing, and now she was trying to check it and half succeeding--but at the cost of little cries.

They both knew it was a woman, and that she was in the arbour, on the other side of the little table.

She must have been there when they came in.
"Who is that ?" There was no answer to him save the checked breathing and another broken cry.

She moved, and it helped him to see vaguely the outlines of a girl who seemed to be drawing back from him in terror.

He thought she was crouching now in the farthest corner.
"Come away," he said.