I stood quite still, and wonder overcoming her fear, she drew nearer and spoke in the sweet low voice that I remembered well, saying, 'Who wanders here so late?
Is it you, John ?' Now when I heard her speak thus a new fear took me.

Doubtless she was married and 'John' was her husband.

I had found her but to lose her more completely.

Of a sudden it came into my mind that I would not discover myself till I knew the truth.

I advanced a pace, but not so far as to pass from the shadow of the shrubs which grow here, and taking my stand in such a fashion that the moonlight did not strike upon my face, I bowed low in the courtly Spanish fashion, and disguising my voice spoke as a Spaniard might in broken English which I will spare to write down.
'Madam,' I said, 'have I the honour to speak to one who in bygone years was named the Senora Lily Bozard ?' 'That was my name,' she answered.