As he entered the arbor, a white figure, lying full length on a swinging seat, lifted its head from its arms, then sat up hastily.
"Is that you, Miss Rivett?"
"Yes." ... She rose to her feet, holding to one of the swinging chains. Moonlight fell across her white, confused face.
"May I remain?" he asked unsteadily. "Would you rather have me go?"
"No.... I am going.... My gown is damp.... I will go immediately."
"Were you asleep?"
She hesitated; but there was in her only honesty.
"No," she said.
"Then you must have heard my step on the gravel?"
She shook her head.