"How can you tell, if I can not?" she asked.
"May I guess?"
She made a slight inclination of the head, saying nothing. I was then quite sure.
"The second ravine to the left of the main drive?"
This time she actually started; her color became deeper, and a leaf of the ivory fan snapped between her fingers.
"Let there be no more a secret!" I exclaimed. "Your flowers have brought me your messages; I knew I should find you—"
Full of certainty, I was speaking in a low, impassioned voice. She cut me short by rising from her seat; I felt that she was both angry and alarmed. Fisher, of Philadelphia, jostling right and left in his haste, made his way toward her. She fairly snatched his arm, clung to it with a warmth I had never seen expressed in a ballroom, and began to whisper in his ear. It was not five minutes before he came to me, alone, with a very stern face, bent down, and said:
"If you have discovered our secret, you will keep silent. You are certainly a gentleman."
I bowed, coldly and savagely. There was a draught from the open window; my ankle became suddenly weary and painful, and I went to bed. Can you believe that I didn't guess, immediately, what it all meant? In a vague way, I fancied that I had been premature in my attempt to drop our mutual incognito, and that
