"Let us go into the square. It will be cooler. The key is hanging on
the nail."

She vanished for a moment, doubtless to fetch the key. Then they
walked down the steps, over the spread carpet, and across the roadway.
Within three paces of where Godfrey stood there was a gate. She gave
the key to the knight, and after one or two attempts the gate swung
open. Whilst he was fumbling at the lock she stood looking about her,
and presently caught sight of Godfrey's slim figure crouched against
the railings in the deepest of the shadows.

"There is someone there, Lord Charles," she said.

"Is there?" he answered, indifferently. "A cab-tout or a beggar, I
expect. They always hang about parties. Come on, it is open at last."

They passed into the garden and vanished. A wild jealousy seized
Godfrey, and he slipped after them with the intention of revealing
himself to Isobel. Inside the railings was a broad belt of shrubs
bordered by a gravel path. The pair walked along the path, Godfrey
following at a distance, till they came to a recessed seat on which
they sat down. He halted behind a lilac bush ten paces or so away, not
that he wanted to listen, but because he was ashamed to show himself.
Indeed, he stopped his ears with his fingers that he might not
overhear their talk. But he did not shut his eyes, and as the path
curved here and the moon shone on them, he could see them well. They
seemed very merry and to be playing some game.

At any rate, first with her finger she counted the air-holes in the