'Hark! what is that?'
The sound was that of a gasp or sob.
'There is certainly some one here,' said Mark. 'Bring a light.'
'You need not,' said Zita, rising from behind the thorns. 'It is I.'
'You here, Zita?'
'Yes. I heard what you said of me.'
'I am sorry for that.'
'It is cruelly false.'
'I cannot go into that matter. What has brought you here at this time o' night?'