"I want to speak to you alone for a minute," said she. "Come into the garden; there's no one there."
He followed her, much wondering, and they passed down a shady path till they lost sight of the house.
"Pamela's worried," said Lulu, "and I want to talk to you about her——"
"Why, what can be——"
"We've been sitting up all night, she and I, and we've been discussing things, you 'specially."
"Thank you——"
"Now, don't you be mad, for Pamela's very fond of you, and I like you, for you're a right good sort; but, see here, Pamela thinks she's made a mistake."
A queer new feeling entered Mr Bevan's mind, peeped round and passed through it, so to speak—a feeling of relief—or more strictly speaking, release.
"Indeed?"
"She thinks you have both made a mistake, and—you know——"