"Only I," came in Basil's voice, and he advanced and stood between the entrance pillars of the open rustic pavilion.
"Oh!" said she. And she resumed gazing over the water, but did not resume her seat.
"I saw you cross the lawn," he explained. "And I was afraid some one might intrude."
"Thank you," said she gratefully.
"You knew it was I—didn't you?" he went on.
A brief silence, then—"Yes," she admitted, and gave a little laugh.
"Why do you laugh?"
"Because I just realized that I was expecting you—that I came here hoping to see you. How one does lie to oneself!"
"Do you wish me to leave you?"
"No.... What a beautiful night it is!"