"To Mr. Lestrange; he is in the pavilion. He wants to see you."
"To Lestrange!" he almost shouted, halting. "Lestrange, here?"
"Yes. There is time; he says there is time. He is going back as soon as he sees you."
"But what's he doing here? What does he mean by risking his neck without any practice?"
"He came to see me," she whispered, and stood confessed.
"God!" said Bailey, quite reverently, after a moment of speechless stupefaction. "You, and him!"
She lifted confiding eyes to him, moving nearer.
"It is a secret, but I wanted you to know because you like us both. Dick said you loved Mr. Lestrange."
"Yes," was the dazed assent.
"Well, then—But come, he is waiting."