all moments when a manand justice pelled George to admit that Plummer was technically humanof all moments when a man may by all the laws of decency demand to be alone without an audience of his own sex； the chiefest is the moment when he is asking a girl to marry him。 George's was a sensitive nature； and he writhed at the thought of playing the eavesdropper at such a time。
He looked frantically about him for a means of escape。 Plummer had now reached the stage of saying at great length that he was not worthy of Maud。 He said it over and over； again in different ways。 George was in hearty agreement with him； but he did not want to hear it。 He wanted to get away。 But how？ Lord Leonard on a similar occasion had leaped。 Some might argue therefore on the principle that what man has done； man can do； that George should have imitated him。 But men differ。 There was a man attached to a circus who used to dive off the roof of Madison Square Garden on to a sloping board； strike it with his chest； turn a couple of somersaults； reach the ground； bow six times and go off to lunch。 That sort of thing is a gift。 Some of us have it； some have not。 George had not。 Painful as it was to hear Plummer floundering through his proposal of marriage； instinct told him that it would be far more painful to hurl himself out into mid…air on the sporting chance of having his downward progress arrested by the branches of the big tree that had upheld Lord Leonard。 No； there seemed nothing for it but to remain where he was。
Inside the room Plummer was now saying how much the marriage would please his mother。
〃Psst！〃
George looked about him。 It seemed to him that he had heard a voice。 He listened。 No。 Except for the barking of a distant dog； the faint wailing of a waltz； the rustle of a roosting bird； and the sound of Plummer saying that if her refusal was due to anything she might have heard about that breach…of…promise case of his a couple of years ago he would like to state that he was more sinned against than sinning and that the girl had absolutely misunderstood him； all was still。
〃Psst！ Hey； mister！〃
It was a voice。 It came from above。 Was it an angel's voice？ Not altogether。 It was Albert's。 The boy was leaning out of a window some six feet higher up the castle wall。 George； his eyes by now grown used to the darkness； perceived that the stripling gesticulated as one having some message to impart。 Then； glancing to one side； he saw what looked like some kind of a rope swayed against the wall。 He reached for it。 The thing was not a rope： it was a knotted sheet。
From above came Albert's hoarse whisper。
〃Look alive！〃
This was precisely what George wanted to do for at least another fifty years or so； and it seemed to him as he stood there in the starlight； gingerly fingering this flimsy linen thing； that if he were to suspend his hundred and eighty pounds of bone and sinew at the end of it over the black gulf outside the balcony he would look alive for about five seconds； and after that goodness only knew how he would look。 He knew all about knotted sheets。 He had read a hundred stories in which heroes； heroines； low edy friends and even villains did all sorts of reckless things with their assistance。 There was not much fort to be derived from that。 It was one thing to read about people doing silly things like that； quite another to do them yourself。 He gave Albert's sheet a tentative shake。 In all his experience he thought he had never e across anything so supremely unstable。 （One calls it Albert's sheet for the sake of convenience。 It was really Reggie Byng's sheet。 And when Reggie got to his room in the small hours of the morning and found the thing a mass of knots he jumped to the conclusion being a simple…hearted young manthat his bosom friend Jack Ferris； who had e up from London to see Lord Belpher through the trying experience of a ing…of…age party； had done it as a practical joke； and went and poured a jug of water over Jack's bed。 That is Life。 Just one long succession of misunderstandings and rash acts and what not。 Absolutely！）
Albert was being impatient。 He was in the position of a great general who thinks out some wonderful piece of strategy and can't get his army to carry it out。 Many boys； seeing Plummer enter the room below and listening at the keyhole and realizing that George must have hidden somewhere and deducing that he must be out on the balcony； would have been baffled as to how to proceed。 Not so Albert。 To dash up to Reggie Byng's room and strip his sheet off the bed and tie it to the bed…post and fashion a series of knots in it and lower it out of the window took Albert about three minutes。 His part in the business had been performed without a hitch。 And now George； who had nothing in the world to do but the childish task of climbing up the sheet； was jeopardizing the success of the whole scheme by delay。 Albert gave the sheet an irritable jerk。
It was the worst thing he could have done。 George had almost made up his mind to take a chance when the sheet was snatched from his grasp as if it had been some live thing deliberately eluding his clutch。 The thought of what would have happened had this occurred when he was in mid…air caused him to break out in a cold perspiration。 He retired a pace and perched himself on the rail of the balcony。
〃Psst！〃 said Albert。
〃It's no good saying； 'Psst！'〃 rejoined George in an annoyed undertone。 〃I could say 〃Psst！〃 Any fool could say 'Psst！'〃
Albert； he considered in leaning out of the window and saying 〃Psst！〃 was merely touching the fringe of the subject。
It is probable that he would have remained seated on the balcony rail regarding the sheet with cold aversion； indefinitely； had not his hand been forced by the man Plummer。 Plummer； during these last minutes； had shot his bolt。 He had said everything that a man could say； much of it twice over； and now he was through。 All was ended。 The verdict was in。 No wedding…bells for Plummer。
〃I think；〃 said Plummer gloomily； and the words smote on George's ear like a knell； 〃I think I'd like a little air。〃
George leaped from his rail like a hunted grasshopper。 If Plummer was looking for air； it meant that he was going to e out on the balcony。 There was only one thing to be done。 It probably meant the abrupt conclusion of a promising career； but he could hesitate no longer。
George grasped the sheetit felt like a rope of cobwebsand swung himself out。
Maud looked out on to the balcony。 Her heart which had stood still when the rejected one opened the window and stepped forth to mune with the soothing stars； beat again。 There was no one there； only emptiness and Plummer。
〃This；〃 said Plummer sombrely； gazing over the rail into the darkness； 〃is the place where that fellow what's…his…name jumped off in the reign of thingummy； isn't it？〃
Maud understood now； and a thrill of the purest admiration for George's heroism swept over her。 So rather than promise her； he had done Leonard's leap！ How splendid of him！ If George； now sitting on Reggie Byng's bed taking a rueful census of the bits of skin remaining on his hands and knees after his climb could read her thoughts； he would have felt well rewarded for his abrasions。
〃I've a jolly good mind；〃 said Plummer； 〃to do it myself！〃 He uttered a short； mirthless laugh。 〃Well； anyway；〃 he said recklessly； 〃I'll jolly well go downstairs and have a brandy…and…soda！〃
Albert finished untying the sheet from the bedpost； and stuffed it under the pillow。
〃And now；〃 said Albert； 〃for a quiet smoke in the scullery。〃
These massive minds require their moments of relaxation。
CHAPTER 14
George's idea was to get home。 Quick。 There was no possible chance of a second meeting with Maud that night。 They had met and had been whirled asunder。 No use to struggle with Fate。 Best to give in and hope that another time Fate would be kinder。 What George wanted now was to be away from all the gay glitter and the fairylike tout ensemble and the galaxy of fair women and brave men； safe in his own easy…chair； where nothing could happen to him。 A nice sense of duty would no doubt have taken him back to his post in order fully to earn the sovereign which had b