me of his sincerity. “Of course I want you to stop, though I shan’t be here many days; but I feel responsible for you, Cole, and that’s the fact. Think you can find your way?” he continued, accompanying me to the gate, a postern in the high garden wall. “Hadn’t you better have a lantern?”
No; it was unnecessary. I could see splendidly, had the bump of locality and as many more lies as would come to my tongue. I was indeed burning to be gone.
A moment later I feared that I had shown this too plainly.
of my neighbor, “some one did; but he’s gone now, so let him be.”
“Gone? Not he! He’s getting over that wall. After him - after him!” And the head disappeared from the window next mine.
I rushed into the corridor, and was just in time to intercept a singularly handsome young fellow, at whom I had