"Very empty and desolate at present," I added. "And amongst other things, there is a rose-garden--they call it My Lady's Garden, Lisbeth, though no lady has trod its winding paths for years and years. But I have dreamed, many and many a time, that we stood among the roses, she and I, upon just such another night as this is. So I keep the old house ready and the gardens freshly trimmed, ready for my lady's coming; must I wait much longer, Lisbeth?" As I ended the nightingale took up the story, pleading my cause for me, filling the air with a melody now appealing, now commanding, until it gradually died away in one long note of passionate entreaty. Lisbeth sighed and turned towards me, but as she did so I felt a tug at my coat, and, looking round, beheld the Imp. "Uncle Dick," he said, his eyes studiously averted, doubtless on account of the position of my arm, "here's Mr. Selwyn!" With a sudden exclamation Lisbeth started from me and gathered up her skirts to run. "Whereaway, my Imp?" "Coming across the lawn." "Reginald," I said, solemnly, "listen to me; you must sally out upon him with lance in rest, tell him you are a Knight-errant, wishful to uphold the glory of that faire ladye, your Auntie Lisbeth, and whatever happens you must manage to keep him away from here, do you understand?" "Yes, only I do wish I'd brought my trusty sword, you know," he sighed. "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. Selwyn. We waited almost breathlessly for the answer. "Oh! I 'specks she's somewhere looking at the moon; everybody looks at the moon, you know; Betty does, an' the lady with the man with a funny name 'bout being bald, an'--" "I think you had better come up to the house," said Mr. Selwyn. "Do you think you could get me an ice cream if I did?" asked the Imp, persuasively; "nice an' pink, you know, with--"