The owner of the cigarette came out of the shadow, and again she cried out, this time in a very different voice, "Oh, it is you."
"Yes, it is me," Wick answered britannically. "Oh, Grisel, Grisel, do look at that moon——"
He drew her hand through his arm and thus old-fashionedly linked they stood in silence for a moment.
Then she said, "Where is—Sir John? Mother said he was here waiting for me."
Wick stared at the moon a moment longer and then said quietly:
"Grisel, I love you!"
"Oliver, you are crazy!"
"No, sit down on the bench."
"Thanks, I'd rather not, I must go in——"