AN ADVENTURE Arnold, for a moment or two, felt himself incapable of speech or movement.

Fenella was hanging, a dead weight, upon his arm.

The eyes of both of them were riveted upon the hand which stretched into the room.
"There is some one under the couch!" Fenella faltered at last.
He took a step forward.
"Wait," he begged, "-- or perhaps you had better go away.

I will see who it is." He moved toward the couch.

She strove to hold him back.
"Arnold," she cried, hoarsely, "this is no business of yours! You had better leave me! Groves is here, and the servants.