"Come quickly," said Falconer, in a low voice.
"No, no; we shall be seen!" she implored, in an agitated whisper.
But Falconer deemed it best to go on, and did so.
As they moved, Drake saw them, but indistinctly.
"Good-night, once more!" he called out, in the tone of a host speeding parting guests.
Falconer raised his soft felt hat.
"Good-night, my lord," he responded. At the same moment they stepped into the stream of light. Drake had been on the point of turning away, but as he recognized Falconer's voice and figure, he stopped and took a step toward them. Then, as suddenly, he stopped again, gazing after them as a man who gazes at a vision of the fancy.
"Who—who is that?" he demanded, almost fiercely.
Lady Luce was just behind him.
"That was the man who played the violin," she said. "Didn't you recognize him? How romantic he looks! Quite the idea of a musician."