“I am sorry that you are going away without coming to see me again.  You are not displeased with me, I hope, for asking you this, or for any other reason?  I am foolish enough to feel a little lonely sometimes.  Will you take me out again when you come back?—­Your affectionate ward, Juliet.”

Juliet went out and posted her letter.  On the way back she met Aynesworth.

“Come and sit in the Park for a few minutes,” he begged.

She turned and walked by his side willingly enough.

“Have you been in to see me?” she asked.

“Yes!” he answered.  “I have some tickets for the Haymarket for tonight.  Do you think we could persuade Mrs. Tresfarwin to come?”

“I’m sure we could,” she answered, laughing.  “Hannah never wants any persuading.  How nice of you to think of us!”

“I am afraid,” he answered, “that I think of you a good deal.”

“Then I think that that also is very nice of you!” she declared.

“You like to be thought of?”

“Who doesn’t?  What is the play tonight?”

“I’ll tell you about it afterwards,” he said.  “There is something else I want to say to you first.”

She nodded.  She scarcely showed so much interest as he would have liked.

“It is about Berneval,” he said, keeping his eyes fixed upon her face.  “I saw Mr. Pleydell today, and he told me that you were all going there.  He suggested that I should come too!”

“How delightful!” she exclaimed.  “Can you really get off?”

“Yes.  Sir Wingrave is going away, and doesn’t want me.  I must go somewhere, and I thought that I might go over and take rooms near you all.  Would you care to have me?”

“Of course I would,” she answered frankly.  “Oh!” she exclaimed suddenly, her face clouding over—­“I forgot!”

“Well?”

“I am not sure,” she said, “that I am going.”

“Not going?” he repeated incredulously.  “Mr. Pleydell told me that it was all arranged.”

“It was—­until today,” she said.  “I am a little uncertain now.”

He looked at her perplexed.

“May I know why?” he asked.

She raised her eyebrows slightly.

“You are rather an inquisitive person,” she remarked.  “The fact is, I may need the money I have saved for Berneval for somewhere else.”

“Of course,” he said slowly, “if you don’t go—­I don’t.  But you can’t stay in London all through the hot weather!”

“Miss Pengarth has asked me to go down there,” she said.

He laid his hand suddenly upon hers.

“Juliet,” he said.

She shook her head.

“Miss Lundy, please!”

“Well, Miss Lundy then!  May I talk to you seriously?”

“I prefer you frivolous,” she murmured.  “I like to be amused.”

“I’ll be frivolous enough later on this evening.  I’ve been wondering if you’d think it impertinent if I asked you to tell me about your guardian.”