"Dick will be waiting for us at the door of the east wing," he said. "If you can find that——"
"I know," she said quickly. "That is it on our left. But—but I do not want to see any one."
"All the guests are leaving by the front of the house; we are not likely to meet any one."
He was somewhat surprised at her agitation, and her evident desire to leave the place unseen; for Nell was usually so perfectly self-possessed and free from nervousness or gaucherie.
She drew him to the side park under the shadow of the wing, in which few of the windows were lighted, and as they waited she gradually recovered herself.
"There is Dick," said Falconer presently. "He is waiting for us by that window."
Nell looked in the direction he indicated.
"Is that Dick?" she said, peering at the figure. "It is so dark I can scarcely see. I don't think it is Dick. If it is, why is he looking in at the window?"
"He may be talking to some one inside," said Falconer. "I'll call him. Dick!"
As he called, the figure half turned, then swung round away from them, and with lowered head moved quickly away from the window, and passed into the darkness of the shrubbery.