"But if Bellaria sees me from a window?"
"Her bedroom is on the other side of the house, looking down on to the woods. She will not see us, and she will never suspect that anyone is with me. She knows that I love the moonlight, and, besides, she will not dare to come out because of her fear."
"I wonder what that fear is," said Gerald meditatively.
"I do not know. But go now, dear Prince, and come again to-morrow night at ten o'clock. To-night you must not come lest Geary see you."
"And if he did?"
"Oh!" Mavis shivered. "I don't know what he would do. He is a terrible black man, and has a horrid knife with a yellow handle--a big knife, oh! so dangerous. He brought it from Jamaica: he told Bellaria so. He would kill you, if he found you."
"I quite believe that," said Gerald grimly, and resolved to arm himself with a revolver when he next came to the Pixy's House. He was resolved not to die without a fight. "But don't worry, darling. I'll be all right. Goodbye. To-morrow night, then."
He dropped from the wall and departed, while Mavis wailed that he had not kissed her.