'No, Jack.'

'You can't be warned, then?'

'No, Jack, not by you. Besides that I don't really consider myself
in danger, I don't like your putting yourself in that position.'

'Shall we go and walk in the churchyard?'

'By all means. You won't mind my slipping out of it for half a
moment to the Nuns' House, and leaving a parcel there? Only gloves
for Pussy; as many pairs of gloves as she is years old to-day.
Rather poetical, Jack?'

Mr. Jasper, still in the same attitude, murmurs: '"Nothing half so
sweet in life," Ned!'

'Here's the parcel in my greatcoat-pocket. They must be presented
to-night, or the poetry is gone. It's against regulations for me
to call at night, but not to leave a packet. I am ready, Jack!'

Mr. Jasper dissolves his attitude, and they go out together.



CHAPTER III--THE NUNS' HOUSE