"Halt!" said her heart, alert; "who goes there?"
"It is I, Karen, wearing the strange, new name of Love——"
She lifted her head, drew one hand swiftly across her eyes as though to clear them, then stepped free from the arm that encircled her.
"Karen——"
"Yes, I—I do love you," she stammered—"with all—all my heart——"
"Halt!" rang out a voice like a pistol shot from the darkness.
The girl stood rigid; Guild sprang to her side. "Qui vive!" cried the voice.
"Belgium!" said Guild coolly.
"Then who goes there!—you!—below there in that garden?"
"Friends to Belgium," replied Guild in a quiet and very grave voice. "Don't move, dearest," he whispered.