"Willingly!" here cried a voice outside the open window. "I know that fragrance of meal bread. Miss Keeldar, may I come in and partake?"
"Mr. Hall"--it was Mr. Hall, and with him was Louis Moore, returned from their walk--"there is a proper luncheon laid out in the dining-room and there are proper people seated round it. You may join that society and share that fare if you please; but if your ill-regulated tastes lead you to prefer ill-regulated proceedings, step in here, and do as we do."
"I approve the perfume, and therefore shall suffer myself to be led by the nose," returned Mr. Hall, who presently entered, accompanied by Louis Moore. That gentleman's eye fell on his desk, pillaged.
"Burglars!" said he.--"Henry, you merit the ferule."

"Willingly!" here cried a voice outside the open window. "Miss Keeldar, may I come in and partake?"
It was Mr. Hall, and with him was Louis Moore, returned from their walk.
"There is a proper luncheon laid out in the dining-room," said Shirley, "with proper people seated round it. You may join them if you please; but if your ill-regulated tastes lead you to prefer ill-regulated proceedings, step in here."
"I shall allow myself to be led by the nose," returned Mr. Hall, who entered along with Louis Moore. The latter's eye fell on his desk.
"Burglars!" said he. "Henry, you deserve the cane."
