"Oh, Rob! I had forgot it entirely. And oh, I doubt not they have forgot it too, for I passed thro' Blind Man's alley last Sunday even, and there was no sentry stationed there."
"No, sentry, Prue? And the key hangs on thy father's chain."
His voice was hoarse with excitement, he stared before him in dawning thought.
Prue clasped her hands eagerly.
"Oh, Rob," she whispered. "What shall we do? What shall we do?"
He turned his head slowly and looked down at her.
"Ah! sweetheart, it's madness, madness!"
"Yes, Rob, dear, but—let us be mad. Ah! do, do."
He hesitated, but his inborn love of adventure tempted him as much as her eyes. He yielded to her pleading, and sealed the bargain with a kiss.
Then they sat down on the bench, hand in hand, and proceeded to mature their plan.