"Never mind that now, Imp."
"Will Auntie Lisbeth be quite - "
"She will be all right."
"I suppose if you put your arm - "
"Never mind my arm, Imp, go!"
"Then fare thee well!" said he, and with a melodramatic flourish of
his lance, trotted off.
"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 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.
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