"That's true," said O'Toole.

Then for the second time that evening he cried, "I have an idea."

"Well?"

"We'll not tell her the truth at all. I doubt if she would come if we

told it her. Jenny very likely has never heard of her Highness the

Princess, and I doubt if she cares a button for the King. Besides, she

would never believe but that we were telling her a lie. No. We'll make

up a probable likely sort of story, and then she'll believe it to be the

truth."

"I have it," cried Wogan. "We'll tell her that we are going to abduct an

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heiress who is dying for love of O'Toole, and whose merciless parents

are forcing her into a loveless, despicable marriage with a tottering

pantaloon."

O'Toole brought his hand down upon the arm of the chair.

"There's the very story," he cried. "To be sure, you are a great man,

Charles. The most probable convincing story that was ever invented! Oh!

but you'll hear Jenny sob with pity for the heiress and Lucius O'Toole

when she hears it. It will be a bad day, too, for the merciless parents

when they discover Jenny in her Highness's bed. She stands six feet in

her stockings."

"Six feet!" exclaimed Wogan.

"In her stockings," returned O'Toole. "Her height is her one vanity.

Therefore in her shoes she is six feet four."

"Well, she must take her heels off and make herself as short as she

can."

"You will have trouble, my friend, to persuade her to that," said

O'Toole.

"Hush!" said Gaydon. He rose and unlocked the door. The doctor was

knocking for admission below. Gaydon let him in, and he dressed Wogan's

wounds with an assurance that they were not deep and that a few days'

quiet would restore him.

"I will sleep the night here if I may," said Wogan, as soon as the

doctor had gone. "A blanket and a chair will serve my turn."

They took him into Gaydon's bedroom, where three beds were ranged.

"We have slept in the one room and lived together since your message

came four days ago," said Gaydon. "Take your choice of the beds, for

there's not one of us has so much need of a bed as you."

Wogan drew a long breath of relief.

"Oh! but it's good to be with you," he cried suddenly, and caught at

Gaydon's arm. "I shall sleep to-night. How I shall sleep!"




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