I hesitated. Then, looking her straight in the face, answered—
“No, I was not. I had yourself as company.”
The colour in an instant left her cheeks.
“Me?” she gasped.
“Yes,” I replied, in a low, earnest voice. “You were also in the park last night.”
She was silent.
“I did not see you,” she faltered. Then, as though recovering her self-possession, she added, with some hauteur, “And even if I chose to walk here after every one had gone to rest, I really don’t think that you have any right to question my actions.”
“Forgive me,” I said quickly. “I do not question you in the least; I have no right to do so. You are certainly free to do as you please, save where you neglect your own interests or place yourself in peril—as you did last night.”
“In peril of what?” she demanded defiantly.
“In peril of falling a victim to the vengeance of an enemy.”