Nor could one funk the tussle and play cur, if Kit's engaged young woman were looking on.

We get to our courage or the show of it by queer screws.
Contemplative over these matters, the philosopher transformed to man of action heard Madge say she read directions in London by churches, and presently exclaiming disdainfully, and yet relieved, 'Spooner Villas,' she turned down a row of small detached houses facing a brickfield, that had just contributed to the erection of them, and threatened the big city with further defacements.
Madge pointed to the marks of her jump, deep in flower-bed earth under an open window.
Gower measured the height with sensational shanks.
She smote at the door.

Carinthia nodded from her window.

Close upon that, Kit Ines came bounding to the parlour window; he spied and stared.
Gower was known to him as the earl's paymaster; so he went to the passage and flung the door open, blocking the way.
'Any commands, your honour ?' 'You bring the countess to my lord immediately,' said Gower.
Kit swallowed his mouthful of surprise in a second look at Madge and the ploughed garden-bed beneath the chamber window.
'Are the orders written, sir ?' 'To me ?--for me to deliver to you ?--for you to do my lord's bidding?
Where's your head ?' Kit's finger-nails travelled up to it.

Madge pushed past him.