It looked like fairyland with the colored lanterns hanging among the palms and flowers.

Somebody else was apparently enjoying the pretty effect--somebody who turned round rather guiltily as if he were caught; then at sight of her smiled in relief.
"I thought you were one of my hostesses come to round me up to do my duty," he confessed.

"I'm a duffer at dancing, so I've taken cover in here.

I see you don't remember me, but we've met before--at Red Ridge Barrow.

My name's Broughten." "Why, of course! You had a piece of candle and showed us inside the mound.