"There were only birds, beasts, and bogies there--pleasant creatures," she said. "But here, behind those rows and rows of closed doors, there will be ghosts of tortured women, and I shall hear them shriek!" Her terror communicated itself to Diavolo's quick imagination, and he glanced toward the door apprehensively. Then he deliberately arose, put on his dressing gown and slippers, and lit a candle, by which time his face was steadily set. "Come," he said. "I'll see you safely to your room." "Diavolo, you're a real gentleman!" Angelica protested, "for I know you're in as big a fright as I am." Diavolo drew himself up and led the way. Their rooms were far apart, it having been deemed advisable to separate them when they first came to the castle, at which time there had been a curious delusion that distance would do this. The first part of their progress that night was nervous work, but they had not gone far before the new aspect which familiar things took on by the light of their candles arrested their attention. "The light makes great-grandpapa wink," said Angelica looking up at a portrait. "And Venus has put on a cloak." "She's _wrapt in shadow_," said Diavolo poetically. They were talking quite unconcernedly by this time, and in, their usual somewhat loud tone of voice, fear of discovery not being one of their characteristics. They were bound to have awakened any light sleeper, but it so happened that they passed no occupied rooms but their Uncle Dawne's. He, however, being up, heard them, and opened his door on them suddenly. They both jumped. "What are you two doing?" he said; "and why are you here at all, Angelica?" "I didn't think it delicate to stay at the palace any longer under the circumstances," she answered glibly. Lord Dawne was struck by the extreme propriety of this reply, "And may I ask _when_ you returned?" he said. "Yesterday," she answered, "and I've had nothing to eat since." "Oh!" he observed. "And you've not had time to remove your walking jacket either?" He looked hard at her. "I should like very much to know how you got in," he said, shaking his head. The Heavenly Twins looked at him affably. "Well," he concluded, knowing better than to question them--"I suppose you know where to find food, if that is your object!" They both grinned. "Come along, Uncle Dawne, and we'll show you!" Angelica burst out sociably. "Yes, _do!_" Diavolo entreated. "Come and revel!" The Heavenly Twins never worked on any regular plan; their ideas always came to them as they went on. Lord Dawne felt that this was really claiming a kinship with him, and a picture which presented itself to his mind's eye, of himself foraging for food in his father's castle with the Heavenly Twins in the small hours of the night, appealed to him. It was an opportunity not to be lost.