It's at St.Hubert's.

Some old swell is coming down.

The gardens are terribly romantic--and there'll be a moon.

One can get away from all the stuffy people.

Do come!" He gave her a daring look.
"Good-bye," said Constance again, with a slight decided gesture, which made him move out of her way.
In a few moments, she and her maid were lost to sight on the crowded pavement.
Falloden threw back his head and laughed, as he and Lord Meyrick pursued the opposite direction.