The man on the seat had risen also and was following at a little distance.
"What cheek of that chap," he said.

"He seems determined to overhear our conversation.

Shall I tell him to be off ?" "No, dear; please don't," she answered hurriedly.

"He cannot possibly overhear us." Presently she dropped her muff and stooped to pick it up.

But Ronnie turned also, and saw her make a sign to the man following them, who at once sat down on the nearest seat.
Then poor Ronnie knew.
"I suppose he is a keeper," he said.
"Oh, no, darling! He is only a trained attendant; just a sort of valet for you.