If they do see you, you have your cloak on; they will think you have been in the garden earlier than usual.

As you pass the upper door, draw back the bolts quietly, and I can let myself in." She bent her head in silence.

He looked after her as she hastened away from him over the lawn; conscious of admiring her, conscious of more than he dared realize to himself.

When she disappeared, he turned back to wait where she had been waiting.

With his sense of the duty he owed to his wife penitently present to his mind, the memory of that fatal kiss still left its vivid impression on him.