"Where is she?"
"She is—in the grounds."
"Where?"
"In the Beech Walk."
"With whom?"
"With Mr. Parmalee."
There was dead pause. Sybilla clasped her hands and looked imploringly up in his face.
"Don't be angry with us, Sir Everard; we could not help seeing them. I lost a locket, and Edwards came to help me look for it. It was by the merest chance we came upon them in the Beech Walk."
"I am not angry. Did they see you?"
"No, Sir Everard."