Rowland was not shaped for an acrobat, and his enterprise was difficult; but he kept his wits about him, made the most of narrow foot-holds and coigns of vantage, and at last secured his prize.
He managed to stick it into his buttonhole and then he contrived to descend.

There was more than one chance for an ugly fall, but he evaded them all.

It was doubtless not gracefully done, but it was done, and that was all he had proposed to himself.

He was red in the face when he offered Miss Garland the flower, and she was visibly pale.

She had watched him without moving.