As I follow him with my eyes, a devil enters into me.

I cry-- "Roger!" He turns at once.
"Ask her to show you Algy's bracelet," I say, with an awkward laugh; and then, thoroughly afraid of the effect of my bomb-shell, and not daring to see what sort it is, I turn and run quickly away.
The end of the hour and a half finds me punctually peering through the bars again.

Well, I am first at the rendezvous.

This, perhaps, is not very surprising, as I have not given him one moment's law.

For the first five minutes, I am very fairly happy and content.