"Gracious!" said Irene, "couldn't we both get out of the window, and climb down by the wistaria and the ivy, and reach the ground, and go and hide in the plantation? We could spend the night there, locked in each other's arms, so happy--oh, so happy! By the way, I saw a little summer-house--we could spend the night in the summer-house, couldn't we? Couldn't we?"