Outside the door of the studio, he caught a glimpse of her white dress as she disappeared into the rose garden.

In the garden, he saw her as she slipped through the little gate in the far corner of the hedge, into the orange grove.

Recklessly he followed.

Among the trees, he glimpsed, again, the white flash of her skirts, and dashed forward.

At the farther edge of the grove that walled in the little yard where Sibyl lived, he saw her standing by the kitchen door.