As he is too delicate to disturb a slumbering lady in disguise, the slumbering lady must disturb him!" He--or rather she--leaped lightly off the bed, picked up the scarlet bandanna, twisted scientifically the abundant black hair, bound it up with the handkerchief, and crushed down over all the slouched hat.
Then, with the handsome face overshadowed, and all expression screwed out of it, she opened the door, and saw, as she expected, the young baronet in the passage.
He stopped at once at sight of her.

He had been walking up and down, with an exceedingly surprised and perplexed face; and now he stood with his great, Saxon-blue eyes piercingly fixed upon the young person in velveteen, whose jacket and trousers told one story, and whose streaming dark hair told quite another.
"It is past sunrise, Sir Everard," his preserver began, with a reproachful glance, "and you have broken your promise.

You said you would awake me." "I beg your pardon," retorted Sir Everard, quietly; "I have broken no promise.

I came to your room ten minutes ago to arouse you, as I said I would.

I knocked thrice, and received no reply.