Every passer-by thrilled him with a fresh terror; in three minutes he clung to Selina panting and gasping with fright, his little fingers gripping her with a convulsive clutch, his eyes starting out of his head, but all in a terrible silence.

It was appalling to see such an extremity of emotion not dare to find a vocal expression.

Quickly they perceived that there was no reassuring or soothing him; Sir Tancred blindfolded him with his handkerchief, took him from Selina, and carried him quickly back to the hotel.

He sat on Selina's lap, recovering very slowly, for nearly an hour.

Then he got to his toys.
That afternoon Sir Tancred made a search, and discovered a staircase leading up to the roof.