The look of gladness was unconscious; but Lorimer saw it at once and noted it.
"Nonsense!" he said in a mirthful undertone.

"How can I go in and win, as you say?
What am I to do?
I can't go up to that window and speak to her,--she might take me for a thief." "You look like a thief," replied Lorimer, surveying his friend's athletic figure, clad in its loose but well-cut yachting suit of white flannel, ornamented with silver anchor buttons, and taking a comprehensive glance from the easy pose of the fine head and handsome face, down to the trim foot with the high and well-arched instep, "very much like a thief?
I wonder I haven't noticed it before.

Any London policeman would arrest you on the mere fact of your suspicious appearance." Errington laughed.

"Well, my boy, whatever my looks may testify, I am at this moment an undoubted trespasser on private property,--and so are you for that matter.

What shall we do ?" "Find the front door and ring the bell," suggested George promptly.