A long lily pond extended into the darkness, and on either side of it ran a rose pergola where the way was lit with more lanterns. A large fountain should have been playing halfway along the pond, but something had gone wrong with it, and some estate workers were busily endeavoring to put it right. Not many people had chosen as yet to stroll outside, and Mr St John steered Helen along one of the pergolas to a quiet alcove directly by the water. ‘This will do, my dear, we can be private here.’ The ribbons on her gown fluttered as she sat down. The lily pond was like satin, with reflections shimmering in it, and from time to time a fish rose to the surface, causing ripples to undulate silently toward the alcove. The scent of June roses filled the night, and the distant melody of another landler drifted from the house. She could see the terrace, and the guests moving to and fro, their costumes bright in the lantern light. Mr St John joined her and removed his mask.
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