"Then, of course, I'll get you another, with pleasure," he said and hurried off, eyeing the plate dubiously as he went. No sooner was Lisbeth alone than she kicked aside the train of her dress and picked up the tell-tale cap. "Imp!" she whispered, rising to her feet, "Imp, come here at once, sir!" There was a moment's breathless pause, and then the Imp squirmed himself into view. "Hallo, Auntie Lisbeth!" he said, with a cheerfulness wholly assumed. "Oh!" she cried, distressfully, "whatever does this mean; what are you doing here? Oh, you naughty boy!" "Lisbeth," I said, as I rose in my turn and confronted her, "Do not blame the child--the fault is mine--let me explain; by means of a ladder--" "Not here," she whispered, glancing nervously towards the ball-room. "Then come where I can." "Impossible!" "Not at all; you have only to descend these steps and we can talk undisturbed." "Ridiculous!" she said, stooping to replace the Imp's cap; but being thus temptingly within reach, she was next moment beside us in the shadows. "Dick, how could you, how dared you?" "You see, I had to explain," I answered very humbly; "I really couldn't allow this poor child to bear the blame of my fault--" "I'm not a 'poor child,' Uncle Dick," expostulated the Imp; "I'm a gallant knight and--" "--The blame of my fault, Lisbeth," I continued, "I alone must face your just resentment, for--" "Hush!" she whispered, glancing hastily about. "--For, by means of a ladder, Lisbeth, a common or garden ladder--" "Oh, do be quiet!" she said, and laid her hand upon my lips, which I immediately imprisoned there, but for a moment only; the next it was snatched away as there came the unmistakable sound of some one approaching. "Come along, Auntie Lisbeth," whispered the Imp, "fear not, we'll rescue you." Oh! surely there was magic in the air to-night; for, with a swift, dexterous movement, Lisbeth had swept her long train across her arm, and we were running hand in hand, all three of us, running across lawns and down winding paths between yew hedges, sometimes so close together that I could feel a tress of her fragrant hair brushing my face with a touch almost like a caress. Surely, surely, there was magic in the air to-night! Suddenly Lisbeth stopped, flushed and panting. "Well!" she exclaimed, staring from me to the Imp, and back again, "was ever anything so mad!" "Everything is mad to-night," I said; "it's the moon!" "To think of my running away like this with two--two--" "Interlopers," I suggested. "I really ought to be very, very angry with you--both of you, she said, trying to frown. "No, don't be angry with us, Auntie Lisbeth," pleaded the Imp, "'cause you are a lovely lady in a castle grim, an' we are two gallant knights, so we had to come an' rescue you; an' you never came to kiss me good-night, an' I'm awfull' sorry 'bout painting Dorothy's face--really!"