"You have come, my beloved," he heard her say.
"I have come, Carlotta. I told you that nothing could keep me. When you wrote telling me where to come, and when and how to signal, I did not delay one minute."
"I feared to write, Luigi. Perhaps they are even now watching you."
"I think they do not know I am here," he answered. "I have seen no one watching. And who knows of our love? How could they know?"
"They know very much, my Luigi, and I am afraid I should not have called you. But I wanted you so much."
"If you had not called me I should have died. Without you, how could I live?"
"You love me, then, so much?"
"It takes great love to look up to you, Carlotta, and have I not looked?"
"Yes, yes, Luigi, and I love you."
They wandered down the little lane between the wall and the trees that lined the road, while Mark lay in dumb misery in the grass. It had been hard before. It was harder now when he knew for sure. He must go away, and never see her again. It was all that was left him, as an honorable man, to do.
Down the road his eye caught a movement as if someone were slipping into the bushes. Mark watched for a second glimpse of the lovers, but they were far away on the other side. For a long time there was no other visible movement of the figure that had slipped into the shadows; but the listener could hear softened steps in the underbrush, and the crackling of dead branches. Was it Saunders who at last had found his man? Instinctively Mark resolved to protect, for did he not love her? He watched the shrubbery, and soon he saw a face peer out; but it was not the face of Saunders. It was a strange face, youthful, but bearded and grim, and a gun was poised beside it. Mark lay quite still, for now he heard the lovers' steps returning; but he never took his gaze off that terrible face. He saw the gun lifted and he prepared to spring; but when the man and the girl came into sight the gun barrel dropped, and the face disappeared. In an instant Mark realized that it was the man and not the girl who was threatened, and that nothing would be done while she was there.
The lovers stood before the tree, saying good-bye.
"You will come back, Luigi?" the girl asked anxiously.
"I will come when you call, my beloved."
"But if they find you?"