That she had not identified the young man of the garden with the donkey-driver of yesterday was clear--though how such blindness was possible, was not clear.

Probably she had only caught a glimpse of his back at a distance; in any case he thanked a merciful Providence and decided to risk no further chance.

As they neared the end of the arbour, Gustavo was talking--shouting fairly; their approach was heralded.
They turned into the grove.

To Gustavo's horror the most conspicuous object in it was this same reckless young man, seated on the water-wall nonchalantly smoking a cigarette.

The young man rose and bowed; Constance nodded carelessly, while Gustavo behind her back made frantic signs for him to flee, to escape while still there was time.