When they reached Betty's garden he knelt down and put his lips to the rose.
"Tell her I have been here, that I have left a kiss for her. I won't pick it. Dear little creature, let her send it on, if she wants to."
"But are you going back to-night?" Caroline asked.
In her white muslin gown she looked wraith-like, part of the mist which hovered like a white veil over the ground.
"I think so. I have a sort of fever in my bones.... I want to be moving all the time." Then quite abruptly he turned, and put his hand on her shoulder. "There is something else I want to say to you."
She trembled and drew back, and he at once removed his hand.
"Yes?"
"I am told that Sir Samuel Broxbourne has been coming here very often of late, coming apparently for the purpose of seeing you."
"Who has told you this?" Caroline asked very coldly.
"It has been told me by a friend, and from the very best of reasons."