The carriage is to wait for us at the side entrance." I looked at her, trying to read her secretive little face.

"Lisa, are you planning to go somewhere in particular, do something you want to 'spring' on me when it's too late for me to get out of it ?" "How horrid of you to be so suspicious of me! You _do_ hurt my feelings! I haven't had an inspiration yet, so I can't make a plan.

But it will come; I know it will.

I shall _feel_ where we ought to go, to be in the midst of an adventure--oh, without being mixed up in it, so don't look horrified! I told you that something was going to happen, and that I wanted to be in it.

Well, I mean to be, when the inspiration comes." We put on our dark hats and long travelling cloaks.