"And I risked it all for you—spoiled my entire evening. I'll know better next time!"
"Well, I'm going to make it up to you," said her companion.
There was a movement of the cedars, and two figures emerged from amid the trees. They crossed the path. They were Antonio and the nun.
Rosebud drew Adonis farther back from the path. The others passed on without seeing them and at once began talking gaily, as if they had been merrymaking with the rest but Rosebud and Adonis detected the false note in their laughter. Adonis pressed the little warm hand on his sleeve.
"Do you know them?" he asked.
"I—suspect them," she replied.
"So do I," he almost gasped, "and with good reason. I have just found something in my pocket."
"In your pocket?"
"Yes, quite a bulky package. I did not notice it until this moment."
"But how—"