“Then——?”
“Do you see me in this garden any more?”
A voice answered:
“No.”
It was her own, yet it seemed another’s voice, with which she had nothing to do.
A great feeling of sorrow swept over her as she heard it.
“Do come back!” she said.
The Count had got up. The brightness of his eyes was obscured.
“If not here, we shall meet again,” he said slowly.
“Where?”