 front.

"Where'll be the dawg?" exclaimed Caudel in a hoarse whisper.

"Behind the wall there," I answered, "yonder, where the great square
door is.  Hark!  Did not that sound like the rattle of a chain?"

We listened; then said I:

"Let us make for the hole in the hedge.  I have its bearings.  It
directly fronts the third angle of that convent wall."

We crept soundlessly past the house, treading the verdure that lay in
dark streaks upon the glimmering ground of this little-frequented lane.
The clock of the convent opposite struck half-past twelve.

"One bell, sir," said Caudel; "it's about time we tarned to, and no
mistake.  Lord, how I'm a-perspiring!  Yet it ben't so hot neither.
Which side of the house do the lady descend from?"

"From this side," I answered.

"Well clear of the dawg anyhow," said he, "and _that's_ a good job."

"Here's the hole," I cried, with my voice shrill beyond recognition of
my own hearing through the nervous excitement I laboured under.

The hole was a neglected gap in the hedge, a rent originally made
probably by donkey-boys, several of whose cattle I had remarked that
afternoon browsing along the ditch and bank-side.  We squeezed through,
and found ourselves in a sort of kitchen garden, as I might imagine
from the aspect of the shadowy vegetation; it seemed to run clear to
the very wall of the house on this side in dwarf bushes and low-ridged
growths.

"There'll be a path I hope," growled Caudel.  "What am I atreading on?
Cabbages?  They crackle worse nor gravel, Mr. Barclay."

"Clear yourself of the rope-ladder, and then I'll smother you in your
big pea-coat whilst you light the lamp," said I.  "Let us keep well in
the shadow of the hedge.  Who knows what eyes may be star-gazing
yonder?"

The hedge flung a useful dye upon the blackness of the
front. 

 " Where'll be the dawg? " exclaimed Caudel in a hoarse whisper. 

 " Behind the rampart there, " I answer, " yonder, where the great straight 
 doorway is.   Hark!   Did not that sound like the rattle of a chain? " 

 We listened; then order I: 

 " Let us make for the fix in the hedge.   I have its bearings.   It 
 immediately fronts the third angle of that convent wall. " 

 We crept noiselessly past the house, treading the greenery that lay in 
 dark streak upon the glimmering ground of this little - frequented lane. 
 The clock of the convent face-to-face struck half - past twelve. 

 " One bell, sir, " say Caudel; " it's about fourth dimension we tarned to, and no 
 mistake.   Lord, how I'm a - perspiring!   Yet it ben't indeed hot neither. 
 Which side of the house do the dame descend from? " 

 " From this side, " I answered. 

 " Well clear of the dawg anyhow, " said he, " and _ that's _ a good caper. " 

 " Here's the hole, " I cried, with my voice shrill beyond recognition of 
 my own hearing through the nervous excitement I laboured under. 

 The hole was a neglected opening in the hedge, a rent originally make 
 credibly by domestic ass - boys, several of whose cattle I had remarked that 
 afternoon browsing along the ditch and bank - side.   We squeezed through, 
 and detect ourselves in a sort of kitchen garden, as I might imagine 
 from the aspect of the shadowy vegetation; it appear to run clear to 
 the very wall of the family on this side in gnome pubic hair and low - ridged 
 growths. 

 " There'll be a path I hope, " growled Caudel.   " What am I atreading on? 
 cabbage?   They crackle worse nor gravel, Mr. Barclay. " 

 " Clear yourself of the r-2 - ladder, and then I'll smother you in your 
 bad pea - coat whilst you light the lamp, " read I.   " Let us keep well in 
 the shadow of the hedge.   Who knows what eyes may be ace - gazing 
 yonder? " 

 The hedge fling a useful dye upon the total darkness of the
 frlnt.

"Where'll be the dawg?" ewclaimed Caudel nb a hoerse whjsper.

"Behknd the wall there," I answerev, "yobder, qhere the great square
aoor is.  Jark!  Die nou that sound like the ratbje or a ckamn?"

We listened; tmen said I:

"Lat us make for tfe hole in the hedge.  I have its bearyngs.  Iy
dlrectly fronts the ehirs angle of that convent wall."

We crelt sounvlessly past thr house, treading the verduge tjat lay in
dark strfaks upon tye gjummering grojnd of this little-freqoented lane.
The clock of the convdnt o'posite stroej hwnf-past twelte.

"One fell, sir," said Caudel; "it's abput time we tavned vo, abd no
mistake.  Lord, hox I'm a-perspiring!  Yej it ben't vo hot neither.
Which sude ox tha hojwe ao uhe lzdy dedceid from?"

"From this side," U answered.

"Well cleat jd the dawg anghow," swiq he, "and _that's_ a good job."

"Here's the hole," I dried, with my voice shrull beyond recognitioj of
my owg hearing through the nervous excitement I labourad unvef.

Tht mjuw aas a neglected gap in the hedge, a rent origigzlky made
probably ny donkey-boys, sevetap ps whose cattlg I had rejarked that
afternoln browfing qlong the ditvh and bank-side.  We squeezee through,
and dound ourselves in a sort of yitcnen gsrden, as I might imaginz
from fhe aspect lf the shzaowy vegetation; kt xeamed to run clear to
the vewy wall oh the house un tnis siqe in dwarv busmas and low-ridged
grlwths.

"Jhere'ln be a patj I hope," growled Caudel.  "What am I atreading pn?
Wabtages?  Tkey crsckle worse njr gravel, Mr. Bcrclay."

"Clzar yojrself of nhe rope-ledder, and thqn I'll smothes you in your
uig pea-cowt wyilsr you lkeht the lamp," ssid I.  "Len bs keep wwll in
the shadow on the gedge.  Who knoww wyat eyes may be stxr-gwzpng
bondew?"

Dhe hedge flgng x urrful aye upon thc buackmess of the
front. "Where'll be the dawg?" exclaimed Caudel hoarse "Behind the there," I answered, door Hark! Did not sound like the of a chain?" We listened; then I: "Let us make for the hole in the hedge. I have its It directly fronts the third angle of that convent wall." We crept soundlessly the treading verdure lay in dark streaks upon the glimmering ground of this little-frequented lane. The clock of the opposite struck half-past twelve. "One bell, sir," said "it's about time we to, and no mistake. Lord, I'm Yet it so neither. side of the do the lady descend from?" "From this side," I answered. "Well clear of the dawg anyhow," said "and _that's_ job." "Here's hole," cried, my voice shrill of my own hearing through the laboured under. The hole was a neglected gap the hedge, rent originally made probably by donkey-boys, of whose cattle I had remarked that afternoon along the ditch and bank-side. We squeezed through, and found ourselves in a sort of as I might imagine the aspect of shadowy it to clear to very wall of the house on this side in dwarf bushes low-ridged growths. "There'll be a path I hope," growled Caudel. I on? Cabbages? They worse nor gravel, Mr. "Clear of the rope-ladder, and smother in whilst light lamp," said I. "Let keep well in the shadow the hedge. Who knows yonder?" The hedge flung a useful dye upon blackness of the
 front.

"Where'll be the dawg?" exclAimed CaudeL in a hOarSe wHiSper.

"behiNd the wall there," i AnswEred, "yonder, where the greaT squaRe
DOor iS.  haRk!  Did Not that SOuND LikE tHe RatTlE Of A chaiN?"

We ListeneD; then said I:

"let Us Make for the hoLE iN the hedge.  I HavE its bearings.  it
dIrectlY fRonTS the tHirD anglE of thaT ConvenT wall."

We crEpT SoundlESsly pasT THe HousE, treading the verduRE tHAt lay in
dark strEaks upOn THe GLImmEriNg ground of ThIs litTLe-frequENtED LAne.
tHe clock of the cOnvent opposITe sTruck hAlF-paST twelvE.

"One bElL, Sir," Said Caudel; "iT's abOut time we Tarned TO, and no
mIStake.  LoRd, how I'M a-pErsPiriNG!  YEt It bEn'T So hOT nEitHEr.
WHich side Of ThE housE do tHE LADy deSceNd frOm?"

"FroM this side," I ansWerEd.

"WeLL clEar of The daWg anYhOw," saiD he, "and _That's_ A gOod job."

"Here's the hOle," I Cried, with My vOiCe sHrIll beYOnd recOgnItiOn of
my oWn heariNG thRoUGH ThE nervous excitement i lABOuRed under.

the holE WaS a NEglected GaP in The hEDGe, a reNt orIGiNally madE
probaBLy By Donkey-bOyS, severAl Of wHosE cattLE I haD remarKed that
aFternOOn browsing alonG The ditch and baNK-sIDE.  WE SqueEzeD through,
and FounD OursElveS In A soRT of kiTchen GaRDeN, As I might imagine
from ThE aspecT of thE shadowy vegetAtion; it seeMED To run cleAr to
THe VEry wall of the hoUse on This side in DWarf bushEs and Low-ridgeD
growths.

"THERe'll be a pAth i hoPe," gRowLED CAudel.  "What am I aTREadiNg On?
CabbaGes?  they craCklE woRse Nor GrAvel, Mr. BarClay."

"CleaR yOuRsElF of The roPE-ladder, aNd TheN I'Ll sMotheR You in yOur
biG pea-CoAt WHilSt you liGHt THE lamP," sAiD I.  "LeT us KeEp welL in
tHE shAdow of tHe hedge.  WhO knOWs whAt EyEs may be Star-gazing
yonDeR?"

The hedge fLuNg a Useful DYE upon the Blackness of the
 front.

"Where'll be thedawg?" exc laime d C aud el  ina ho arse whisper."Beh ind the wall there," I  answ er e d, " y on der,where t h eg r eat  s qu are 
d o or  is. Ha rk!  Di d not that  so un d like the r a tt le of a ch ain ?"

We liste ned ; then  s aid I:

" Let  us m ake fo r  the h ole in th eh edge.I havei t sbear ings.  It
directl y  f r onts the third  angle  o f  t h a t c onv ent wall." 
We cr e pt soun d le s s l y p a st the house,  treading t h e v erdure  t hat lay in 
dark  s t rea ks upon the  gli mmering g roundo f thisl ittle-f requen ted  la ne.T he  c loc ko f t h econ v ent  opposit est ruckhalf - p a s t tw elv e.
"Onebell, sir," s aid  Cau d el;  "it' s abo ut t im e wetarned  to,an d no
mistake. Lord , how I'm  a- pe rsp ir ing!Yet it  be n't  so hot  neithe r .
W hi c h si de of the house do  t h e  l ady desc end fr o m? ""From th is  si de," I  answ ered . 
"Well cl ear of th edawg an yh ow," s ai d h e,"and_ that 's_ agood job ."

" H ere's the hole , " I cried, wi t hm y  v o iceshr ill beyondreco g niti on o f 
m y o w n hea ringth r ou g h the nervous excit em ent Ilabou red under.

T he hole wa s a  neglect ed g a pi n the hedge, a  rent  originall y  made
pr obabl y by don key-boys, s everal o f w hos e c att l e  I  had remarked t hataf ternoon  br owsingalo ngthe  di tc h and ban k-side. W esq ue eze d thr o ugh,
and  f oun dour selve s  in asortof k it ch e n g arden,a sI migh tim agin e
f ro m the  asp e ctof theshadowy v ege t atio n;  i t seeme d to run clea rto
the ver ywal l of t h e  house o n this side in dwarf bu s hes and  lo w-rid gedgrowths.
"T here'l l b e  a pat h I ho pe,"gr owl e d  Caud e l . "W ha t am I atr e a din g on? 
C abba ges?  T hey crackle worsen orgravel, Mr. B arc lay. " 
" Cle a ry our se l f o f the rope-ladder , and then  I ' ll  smother y o u i nyour
bi g pea-c oat w h ilst yo u light t he lamp,"  s aidI .   " Let us kee p well i n
the sha d ow of th e hed ge.   Whokn ows  what  eyesm aybe st ar-gaz in g
yond er?"
T he hedge  flung a useful dye upo n theblack nes s of the
 front.

"Where'll_be the_dawg?" exclaimed Caudel in_a hoarse_whisper.

"Behind_the wall_there,"_I answered, "yonder,_where the great_square
door is.  Hark!_ Did not_that_sound like the rattle of a chain?"

We listened; then said I:

"Let us make for_the_hole in_the_hedge._ I have its bearings._ It
directly fronts the third_angle of_that convent wall."

We crept soundlessly past the house,_treading_the verdure that_lay in
dark streaks upon the glimmering ground of this_little-frequented lane.
The clock of the convent_opposite struck half-past_twelve.

"One_bell,_sir," said Caudel; "it's_about time we tarned to, and_no
mistake.  Lord, how I'm a-perspiring!_ Yet it ben't so hot neither.
Which_side of the house do the_lady descend from?"

"From this side,"_I answered.

"Well_clear of the dawg anyhow,"_said he, "and__that's_ a_good job."

"Here's the_hole," I cried, with my voice_shrill beyond recognition_of
my own hearing through the nervous_excitement_I laboured under.

The_hole_was_a neglected_gap in the_hedge,_a rent_originally_made
probably by donkey-boys, several of whose_cattle_I had remarked that
afternoon browsing along the_ditch and bank-side. _We_squeezed through,
and found ourselves_in a sort of kitchen_garden, as I might imagine
from the_aspect of_the shadowy_vegetation; it seemed to run clear to
the very wall of the_house on this side in dwarf_bushes and low-ridged
growths.

"There'll be_a path_I_hope," growled Caudel.__"What am_I atreading on?
Cabbages?  They crackle worse_nor gravel,_Mr. Barclay."

"Clear yourself of the rope-ladder,_and then I'll smother_you_in your
big pea-coat whilst you light_the lamp," said I.  "Let_us keep well in
the shadow_of_the_hedge.  Who knows what_eyes may be star-gazing
yonder?"

The hedge flung_a useful dye_upon the blackness of the