Only don't tell the gaoler.

He would never forgive me.' He got off his mat, rolled it up and went.
'Well!' said Lucy.
'Well!' said Philip.
'I suppose we go ?' he said.

But Lucy said, 'What about the gaoler?
Won't he catch it if we bolt ?' Philip felt this might be true.

It was annoying, and as bad as being put on one's honour.
'Bother!' was what he said.
And then the gaoler came in.

He looked pale and worried.
'I am so awfully sorry,' he began.