Mr.Brinkworth wondered, and obeyed.
During the exercise of this act of authority a circumstance occurred at the other end of the summer-house.

Taking advantage of the confusion caused by the general movement to the lawn, Miss Silvester suddenly placed herself close to Mr.Delamayn.
"In ten minutes," she whispered, "the summer-house will be empty.

Meet me here." The Honorable Geoffrey started, and looked furtively at the visitors about him.
"Do you think it's safe ?" he whispered back.
The governess's sensitive lips trembled, with fear or with anger, it was hard to say which.
"I insist on it!" she answered, and left him.
Mr.Delamayn knitted his handsome eyebrows as he looked after her, and then left the summer-house in his turn.

The rose-garden at the back of the building was solitary for the moment.

He took out his pipe and hid himself among the roses.