"Nance!"
She hung back a moment, and then came gliding out across the grass, the moonlight making a silver mist of her loosened hair. Mouth and eyes were round shadows.
"You! Is it you?"
She was so close now that Jasper could see the moonlight in her eyes. The pupils were large and black, and swimming with a kind of fear.
"Was it you I heard?"
"No. De Rothan and your father."
"Where are they?"
"They have gone round to the back. I have something that I must tell you. And we may be seen here."
They stood looking into each other's eyes. The clatter of a horse's hoofs came from the lane, followed by the slamming of a door.
Nance started, and a shiver of excitement went through her.