"I know," Helen said.
"There's a little stream that falls into the road."
"Does it run inside the garden?"
"That's what I'm not sure about."
"It must."
He put his hand on her shoulder. "We could peep through the windows. Are you coming?"
"I don't know," she said and there was a fluttering movement in her throat. "Don't you think it's rather dangerously near the road?"
"We could lock the gate," he said.
She dropped her face into her hands. "No, I can't come. I'm afraid. It's tempting things to happen."
"It has been empty for a long time," he went on in the same quiet tones. "I should think we could get it cheap."