"Please."
"But supposing they have locked us out?"
"I shall have to throw stones at father's window."
"Yes, but then——"
Her mouth wavered into mischievous curves.
"He will be told that I have been out in the moonlight looking for voices."
"That's it—that's it."
He looked at her with fine approval.
"Yes, show spirit, that's the thing. But supposing, for the sake of argument, that Mr. Anthony is asleep and won't be wakened?"
"There is the stable. I should not mind a bed of hay."