Strong and athletic, despite his slender frame, he easily lifted the ladder from Jerrold’s fence, and, dodging the sentry when he spied him at the gate, finally took it down back of the colonel’s and raised it to a rear window.  By the strangest chance the window was closed, and he could not budge it.  Then he heard the challenge of a sentry around on the east front, and had just time to slip down and lower the ladder when he heard the rattle of a sword and knew it must be the officer of the day.  There was no time to carry off the ladder.  He left it lying where it was, and sprang down the steps towards the station.  Soon he heard Number Five challenge, and knew the officer had passed on:  he waited some time, but nothing occurred to indicate that the ladder was discovered, and then, plucking up courage and with a muttered prayer for guidance and protection, he stole up-hill again, raised the ladder to the west wall, noiselessly ascended, peered in Alice’s window and could see a faint night-light burning in the hall beyond, but that all was darkness there, stole around on the roof of the piazza to the hall window, stepped noiselessly upon the sill, climbed over the lowered sash, and found himself midway between the rooms.  He could hear the colonel’s placid snoring and the regular breathing of the other sleepers.  No time was to be lost.  Shading the little night-lamp with one hand, he entered the open door, stole to the bedside, took one long look at his mother’s face, knelt, breathed upon, but barely brushed with his trembling lips, the queenly white hand that lay upon the coverlet, poured forth one brief prayer to God for protection and blessing for her and forgiveness for him, retraced his steps, and caught sight of the lovely picture of Alice in the Directoire costume.  He longed for it and could not resist.  She had grown so beautiful, so exquisite.  He took it, frame and all, carried it into her room, slipped the card from its place and hid it inside the breast of his shirt, stowed the frame away behind her sofa-pillow, then looked long at the lovely picture she herself made, lying there sleeping sweetly and peacefully amid the white drapings of her dainty bed.  Then ’twas time to go.  He put the lamp back in the hall, passed through her room, out at her window, and down the ladder, and had it well on the way back to the hooks on Jerrold’s fence when seized and challenged by the officer of the day.  Mad terror possessed him then.  He struck blindly, dashed off in panicky flight, paid no heed to sentry’s cry or whistling missile, but tore like a racer up the path and never slackened speed till Sibley was far behind.