"I want to get another wheel on."
"If you like to wait here a little longer, my brother'll be back with the car. He's on the way from Fladstadt now. That's why I'm sitting up. He'll give you a jack."
"You're awfully good, Silvia. But have you forgotten what I said?"
"About sitting at my feet? No, but I don't think you meant it. If I did, I should have rung long ago."
"Thank you," said I.
"Of course," she went on; "you're only a burglar, but you are—English."
"Yes, Silvia. I mightn't have been, though."
"You mean, I didn't know whether you were English or not, till after you'd climbed up? Nor I did. But one of the men's up, and there's a bell-push under the flap of the table."
She slipped a hand behind her. "I'm touching it now," she added.
"I wondered why you didn't sit in a chair," I said, with a slow smile. A deep flush stole over the girl's features. For a moment she looked at me with no laughter in her eyes. Then she slipped off the table and moved across the room to an open bureau. She seemed to look for something. Then she strolled back to the table and took her seat on its edge once more.