"I could write and ask her for one myself."

"Oh, no, you couldn't. Mother will intercept all letters."

"Upon my word--" began Mallow angrily, then stopped. It was
useless to show his wrath before this silly boy, who could do
no good and might do a deal of harm. "Very well, then," he
said more mildly, "ask Juliet to meet me on the other side of
Rexton, under the wall which runs round the unfinished house."

Basil started. "Why that place?" he asked nervously.

"It is as good as any other."

"You can't get inside."

"That's true enough. But we can meet outside. I have been
inside though, and I made a mess of myself climbing the wall."

"You were inside," began Basil, then suddenly appeared
relieved. "I remember; you were there on the day after Aunt
Selina was killed."

"I have been there before that," said Cuthbert, wondering why
the young man avoided his eye in so nervous a manner.

"Not at--at night?" murmured Saxon, looking away.

"Once I was there at night. Why do you ask?"