"What did he mean about your arm, Dick?"
"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 gracious!" 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?"