Lynborough studied the wall; it was twice the height of the wall on the other side; it might be possible to scale, but difficult and laborious; nor would he look imposing while struggling at the feat.
"You'll have to go round by the road," remarked Norah, breaking into a smile.
Lynborough was enjoying the conversation just as much as she was—but he wanted two things; one was victory, the other coffee.
"Can't I persuade you to move?" he said imploringly. "I really don't want to have to resort to more startling measures."
"You surely wouldn't use force against a girl, Lord Lynborough!"
"I said startling measures—not violent ones," he reminded her. "Are your nerves good?"
"Excellent, thank you."
"You mean to stand where you are?"
"Yes—till you've gone away." Now she laughed openly at him. Lynborough delighted in the merry sound and the flash of her white teeth.
"It's a splendid morning, isn't it?" he asked. "I should think you stand about five feet five, don't you? By the way, whom have I the pleasure of conversing with?"