The singer sat down, having finished, amid roars of applause, and then
the conversation was resumed; but at that instant I became conscious of
some one passing near me, and had only just time to draw back into the
shadow and thus escape observation. It was one of the guests, a man who
lounged slowly along, the glowing end of his cigar shining in the
darkness, alone; he was apparently full of recollections, for he passed
slowly and mechanically onward without noticing me. Unable to see his
face, I could only detect that he was rather above the average height,
and, by his silhouette, I saw that he stooped slightly.
The encounter, however, caused me to recede from the house, for I had no
desire to be detected there and compelled to give an account of myself.
I was in shabby clothes, and if found in the vicinity might be suspected
of an intention to commit a theft.
Where was the Major? He had certainly entered there, but had escaped my
vigilance by passing through the thicket. I had been there nearly half
an hour, yet had not been able to re-discover him. The lawn on one side
was bounded by a light iron fencing, beyond which was a thick wood, and
upon this fencing I mounted, and sat to rest in full view of the house
and the long window of the drawing-room. In the deep shadow of the
trees I waited there, safe from detection, listening to the music, which
had recommenced, and wondering what had become of the man whom I had
tried to follow. He seemed to have avoided the house and gone to the
opposite side of the park.
Although I could actually see into the circle of assembled guests, yet I
was so far off that I could only distinguish the women by the colour of
their gowns. Had Beryl returned to join them? I wondered. I was
longing for a single glance at her dear face--that face sweeter than any
other in the world.
A woman in a cream dress, cut low at the neck, came suddenly to the
doorway and peered forth into the night as though in search of some one,
but a moment later had disappeared; and again the piano broke forth with
the pretty minuet from _Manon_.
I had, I felt certain, been there almost, if not quite, an hour;
therefore I was resolved to make a tour of the park in an endeavour to
find the man whose suspicious movements had so interested me earlier in
the evening. With that object in view I leaped down upon the lawn,
crossed it until I reached the edge of the lake, which I skirted until I
gained a rustic bridge which crossed the tiny brook that rippled over
the stones and fell into the pool.
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