"What is it to-night," he inquired, "pirates?""Hardly so bad as that," I returned; "to-night the air is full of the clash of armour and the ring of steel; if you do not hear it that is not our fault.""An' the woods are full of caddish barons and caitiff knaves, you know, aren't they, Uncle ****?""Certainly," I nodded, with lance and spear-point twinkling through the gloom, but in the silver glory of the moon, Mr. Selwyn, walk errant damozels and ladyes faire, and again, if you don't see them, the loss is yours." As I spoke, away upon the terrace a grey shadow paused a moment ere it was swallowed in the brilliance of the ball-room; seeing which I did not mind the slightly superior smile that curved Mr. Selwyn's very precise moustache; after all, my rhapsody had not been altogether thrown away. As I ended, the opening bars of a waltz floated out to us. Mr. Selwyn glanced back over his shoulder.
"Ah! I suppose you can find your way out?"he inquired. "Oh, yes, thanks.""Then if you will excuse me, I think I'll leave you to - ah - to do it; the next dance is beginning, and - ah - ""Certainly," I said, "of course - good-night, and much obliged - really!" Mr. Selwyn bowed, and, turning away, left us to our own resources.
"I should have liked another ice, Uncle ****," sighed the Imp, regretfully.
"Knights never ate ice cream!" I said, as we set off along the nearest path.
"Uncle ****," said the Imp suddenly, "do you 'spose Mr. Selwyn wants to put his arm round Auntie Lis - ""Possibly!"
"An' do you 'spose that Auntie Lisbeth wants Mr. Selwyn to - ""I don't know - of course not - er - kindly shut up, will you, Imp?" "I only wanted to know, you know," he murmured.
Therewith we walked on in silence and I fell to dreaming of Lisbeth again, of how she had sighed. of the look in her eves as she turned to me with her answer trembling on her lips - the answer which the Imp hadinadvertently cut short. In this frame of mind I drew near to that corner of the garden where she had stood with me, that quiet, shady corner, which henceforth would remain enshrined within my memory for her sake which-
I stopped suddenly short at the sight of two figures - one in the cap and apron of a waiting maid and the other in the gorgeous plush and cold braid of a footman; and they were standing upon the very spot where Lisbeth and I had stood, and in almost the exact attitude - it was desecration. I stood stock still despite the Imp's frantic tugs at my coat all other feelings swallowed up in one of half-amused resentment. Thus the resplendent footman happened to turn his head, presently espied me, and removing his plush-clad arm from the waist of the trim maid-servant, and doubling his fists, strode towards us with a truly terrible mien.
"And w'ot might your game be?" he inquired, with that supercilious air inseparable to plush and gold braid; "oh, I know your kind, I do - I know yer!""Then, fellow," quoth I, "I know not thee, by Thor, I swear it and Og the Terrible, King of Bashan!""'Ogs is it?" said he indignantly, "don't get trying to come over me with yer 'ogs; no nor yet yer fellers! The question is, wo't are you 'anging round 'ere for?" Now, possibly deceived by my pacific attitude, or inspired by the bright eyes of the trim maid-servant, he seized me, none too gently, by the collar, to the horrified dismay of the Imp.
"Nay, but I will, give thee moneys - "
"You are a-going to come up to the 'ouse with me, and no blooming nonsense either; d'ye 'ear ?""Then must I needs smite thee for a barbarous (dog - hence - base slave - begone!" Wherewith I delivered what is technically known in "sporting" circles as a "right hook in the ear," followed by a "left swing to the chin," and my assailant immediately disappeared behind a bush, with a flash of pink silk calves and buckled shoes. Then, while the trim maidservant filled the air with her lamentations, the imp and I ran hot-foot for the wall, over which I bundled him neck and crop, and we set offpellmell along the river-path.
"Oh, Uncle ****,'' he panted, "how - how fine you are! you knocked yon footman - I mean varlet - from his saddle like - like anything. Oh, I do wish you would play like this every night!""Heaven forbid!" I exclaimed fervently.
Coming at last to the shrubbery gate, we paused awhile to regain our breath.
"Uncle ****," said the Imp, regarding me with a thoughtful eye, "did you see his arm - I mean before you smote him 'hip and thigh' ?""I did."
"it was round her waist." "Imp, it was."
"Just like Peter's?" "Yes."
"An' the man with the funny name ?" "Archibald's, yes,""An' - an - "
"And mine," I put in, seeing he paused. "Uncle **** - why ?""Ah! who knows, Imp - perhaps it was the Moon-magic. And now by my troth! 'tis full time all good knights were snoring, so hey for bed and the Slumber-world!"The ladder was dragged from its hiding place, and the Imp, having mounted, watched me from his window as I returned it to the laurels for very obvious reasons.
"We didn't see any fairies, did we, Uncle ****?""Well, I think I did, Imp, just for a moment; I may have been mistaken, of course, but anyhow, it has been a very wonderful night all the same. And so - God rest you, fair Knight!"
