"My word!" exclaimed Hobbs, but instantly resumed his character as
cabby.
A woman came swiftly out of the blackness and stopped beside the cab.
She was swathed in a long gossamer, and hooded. The carriage lamps
gleamed strong against the dripping coat.
"Is it you?" cried Robin, throwing open the door and leaping to the
ground.
"It is I, M'sieur," said the voice of Marie, Miss Guile's French
maid.
Bleak disappointment filled his soul. He had hoped for--but no! He
might have known. She would not meet him in this manner.
"What has happened?" he cried, grasping the girl's arm. "Has she--"
"Sh! May we not speak in French?" said Marie, lowering her voice
after a significant look at the motionless cabman. "He may understand
English, M'sieur. My mistress has sent me to say to M'sieur that she
has changed her mind."
"Changed her mind," gasped Robin.
"Yes, M'sieur. She will not receive you at the Inn of the Stars. She
bids you drive to the end of this street, where there is a garden
with a Magyar band, and the most delicious of refreshments to be had
under vine-covered--"
"A public garden?" exclaimed Robin in utter dismay.
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