It took a second or two for Cicely to recover her senses, but when she realized the nature of the news, she hopped out of bed in frantic excitement.
"Is it Mrs. Wilson and Scott?" she asked eagerly.
"I expect so, but of course I can't tell. Be quick! We must go at once and see what they're doing."
The two girls hastily scrambled into their clothes, and tiptoed downstairs to the side door. The servants had not yet locked up, so it was still standing ajar.
"Suppose we were to meet Miss Russell or Miss Frazer!" shivered Cicely, with a nervous glance down the corridor.
"Don't think about it. They're both safe in the drawing-room."
In another minute they had closed the door gently behind them, and were running softly across the lawn. It was a cloudy night, with neither moon nor stars in the sky. The outlines of the trees and shrubs were just visible, but it was very dark indeed under their shade.
"The light seemed to be going through the shrubbery towards the arbour," said Lindsay, feeling her way along the rose avenue.
"There it is!" replied Cicely, as a faint gleam shone in the distance.
"We must be very, very careful," said Lindsay, "not to disturb them on any account. We must stop somewhere near, and just look and listen."