‘Sir, sir, there is some mistake! For the love of Heaven waken and come out here.’
As he spoke two men followed him into the room, and one of them advanced to where Phil, yawning and rubbing his eyes, sat up on the edge of the bed, exclaiming impatiently to Peter,
‘What the deuce is all this, Peter?’
‘I arrest you in the King’s name,’ said one of the men, and he laid his hand on Phil’s shoulder.
Phil was wide awake at last.
‘My good fellow,’ he said, ‘you are indeed under some mistake, and you surely choose a strange place where to arrest me, and show little consideration for this lady’s feelings.’
‘I’m sorry indeed, my lady,’ said the officer, as he bowed to Carrie; ‘but my business is to secure my prisoner.’
Phil stood up.
‘Of what crime am I accused, then, my good fellow?’
The man hesitated—glancing at Carrie, but Phil laughed.