Their rooms were far apart, it having been deemed advisable to separate them when they first came to the castle, at which time there had been a curious delusion that distance would do this. The first part of their progress that night was nervous work, but they had not gone far before the new aspect which familiar things took on by the light of their candles arrested their attention.
"The light makes great-grandpapa wink," said Angelica looking up at a portrait. "And Venus has put on a cloak."
"She's wrapt in shadow," said Diavolo poetically.
They were talking quite unconcernedly by this time, and in, their usual somewhat loud tone of voice, fear of discovery not being one of their characteristics. They were bound to have awakened any light sleeper, but it so happened that they passed no occupied rooms but their Uncle Dawne's. He, however, being up, heard them, and opened his door on them suddenly. They both jumped.
"What are you two doing?" he said; "and why are you here at all,
Angelica?"
"I didn't think it delicate to stay at the palace any longer under the circumstances," she answered glibly.
Lord Dawne was struck by the extreme propriety of this reply, "And may I ask when you returned?" he said.
"Yesterday," she answered, "and I've had nothing to eat since."
"Oh!" he observed. "And you've not had time to remove your walking jacket either?" He looked hard at her. "I should like very much to know how you got in," he said, shaking his head.
The Heavenly Twins looked at him affably.