Bill gazed at him without saying anything.

"Rather good, isn't it?" said Antony, coming closer and pointing
to the bed. "Come on; the sooner we get out now, the better."

He led the way out of the window, the silent Bill following him.
They reached the ground safely and noiselessly, went quickly
across the lawn and so, over the fence, into the park. It was
not until they were out of sight of the house that Bill felt it
safe to speak.

"I quite thought it was you in bed," he said.

"I hoped you would. I shall be rather disappointed now if Cayley
doesn't call again. It's a pity to waste it."

"He came all right just now?"

"Oh, rather. What about you?"

Bill explained his feelings picturesquely.

"There wouldn't have been much point in his killing you," said
Antony prosaically. "Besides being too risky."

"Oh!" said Bill. And then, "I had rather hoped that it was his
love for me which restrained him."

Antony laughed.