I answered.
"Do you mean—"
"The 'bye Jarge,'" I nodded.
"Oh, Dick!"
"Yes, Lisbeth; it was a ridiculous piece of sentiment I admit. Your law abiding, level-headed citizen would doubtless be highly shocked, not to say scandalised; likewise the Law might get up on its hind legs and kick—quite unpleasantly; but all the same, I did it."
"You were never what one might call—very 'level-headed,' were you, Dick?"
"No, I'm afraid not."
"And, do you know, I think that is the very reason why I—good gracious!—what is that?" She pointed toward the shadow of the hedge.
"Merely the Imp," I answered; "but never mind that—tell me what you were going to say—'the very reason why you'—what?"
"Reginald!" said Lisbeth, unheeding my question, "come here, sir!" Very sheepishly the Imp crept forth from the ditch, and coming up beside me, stole his hand into mine, and I put it in my pocket.