"Are you frowning?"
"I—I think I was—why?"
"When you frown, you are very like—him, and have the same square set of the mouth and chin, when you are angry—so don't, please don't frown, Peter—Good night!"
"Good night, Charmian!" said I, and stooping, I picked up the little handkerchief and thrust it under my pillow.
CHAPTER X
I AM SUSPECTED OF THE BLACK ART
"Vibart!"
The word had been uttered close behind me, and very softly, yet I started at this sudden mention of my name and stood for a moment with my hammer poised above the anvil ere I turned and faced the speaker. He was a tall man with a stubbly growth of grizzled hair about his lank jaws, and he was leaning in at that window of the smithy which gave upon a certain grassy back lane.
"You spoke, I think!" said I.
"I said, 'Vibart'!"