What a dreadful thing it is to have a grandfather who keeps secrets from his grandson.

What a game we might have had over this job! What a game we might have still if--" And here he stopped, for the first germ or conception of a magnificent coup dawned upon him, and fairly dazzled him so that his eyes saw a bright light and nothing else.
"If Lotty would," he said.

"But I am afraid she won't hear of it." He sprung to his feet and caught sight of his own face in the looking glass over the fireplace.

He smiled.

"I will try," he said, "I think I know by this time, how to get round most of 'em.