It was a lady, apparently, in a dark gown, and a small hat with a veil.

The light was still good, and he saw her clearly.

He stopped indeed to watch her, puzzled to know what a stranger could be doing in the park, and on that path at ten o'clock at night.

He was aware indeed that there were gay doings at Beechmark.

He had seen the illuminated garden and house from the upper park, and had caught occasional gusts of music from the band to which no doubt the quality were dancing.