‘I wish I could talk to him about himself,’ she reflected.
Then she smiled as she was sure that he would think it extremely impertinent if she attempted to do such a thing.
Without thinking she walked across the lawn and was now at the same place where she had been the night she heard the two men talking about Captain Charles Unwin.
They had been sitting on a seat in a small grove that was arranged around a little lily pond in which there were goldfish.
In the daytime there was a magnificent view and the flowerbeds round the pool were planted with lilies, which Iola loved both for their beauty and for their fragrance.
There was nobody there tonight and she walked from where she had been hidden the previous evening down some narrow steps to the seat on which the two gentlemen had been
