She spoke very quietly, with determination.
The Diviner was beginning to move his hands again, to make fresh patterns in the sand, to speak swiftly once more.
“Shall I stop him?”
“Please.”
“Then would you mind going out into the garden? I will join you in a moment. Take care not to disturb him.”
She got up with precaution, held her skirts together with her hands, and slipped softly out on to the garden path. For a moment she was inclined to wait there, to look back and see what was happening in the fumoir. But she resisted her inclination, and walked on slowly till she reached the bench where she had sat an hour before with Androvsky. There she sat down and waited. In a few minutes she saw the Count coming towards her alone. His face was very grave, but lightened with a slight smile when he saw her.
“He has gone?” she asked.
“Yes.”
He was about to sit beside her, but she said quickly:
“Would you mind going back to the jamelon tree?”