"Yes, I saw," replied Amberley. "It was Fountain's new butler."
She drew closer to him instinctively. "I didn't know. He was following me. I - I don't quite - please let us go!"
Mr. Amberley drew her hand through his arm and began to walk with her down the ride towards the gate. Once she glanced back, saying nervously: "You're sure he's not still following?"
"No, I'm not sure, but I'm not letting it worry me," said Amberley. "Probably he is seeing us off the premises. This happens to be private property, you know."
"You don't think that!" she said sharply. "He wasn't following for that reason."
"No?" said Amberley. "Well, suppose you tell me what the reason is?"
She was silent. After a few moments she pulled her hand away and said: "What are you doing here?"
"Getting back to your normal self, aren't you?" remarked Mr. Amberley. "I thought it was too good to last. What I should like to know is, what are you doing here?"
"I can't tell you," she said curtly.
"Won't tell me," he corrected.