No complaint, now, of being in a hurry, or of his anxiety to regain his sick sister's bedside.

He seemed to have forgotten those fears in the perturbations of the moment.

His mind and interest were here; everything else had grown dim with distance.
"Did you try the front door ?" "What was the use?
I knew it to be locked." "What was the use of trying the window?
Wasn't it also, presumably, locked ?" The red mounted hot and feverish to his cheek.
"You'll think me no better than a street urchin or something worse," he exclaimed.

"I knew that window; I had been through it before.

You can move that lock with your knife-blade.