"Probably this!" I answered, slipping it around her again.
"But you must get away at once," whispered Lisbeth; "if Mr. Selwyn should see you—"
"I intend that he shall. Oh, it will be quite simple; while he is talking to me you can get back to the—"
"Hush!" she whispered, laying her fingers on my lips; "listen!"
"Hallo, Mr. Selwyn!" came in the Imp's familiar tones.
"Why, good Heavens!" exclaimed another voice, much too near to be pleasant, "what on earth are you doing here—and at this time of night?"
"Looking for base varlets!"
"Don't you know that all little boys—all nice little boys—should have been in bed hours ago?"
"But I'm not a nice little boy; I'm a Knight-errant; would you like to get a lance, Mr. Selwyn, an' break it with me to the glory of my Auntie Lisbeth?"
"The question is, what has become of her?" said Mr. Selwyn. We waited almost breathlessly for the answer.