"Oh, I expect you had your own reasons. I didn't know what Miriam was talking about. I begged her to tell me what Mrs. Cleaver had been up to, but she refused to believe that I had not been told. Even when I had convinced her I knew nothing she wouldn't tell me because she didn't want to betray her cousin. Bad as she was, she was still her cousin, Miriam said."
"Bosh!" said Jack scornfully. "No more her cousin than you are!"
"Oh, you never believe anything Miriam says," complained Bobo.
"Let that go for the present. What else happened?"
"Nothing much. She was relieved to find out that I didn't think wrong of her. We talked—but we didn't say much." Bobo got red. "Hang it all, I don't have to tell you everything I say to a girl, do I?"
"No," said Jack grinning.
"In the end I promised her I wouldn't tell you I'd seen her. That's all."
"And you're going to see her again, to-night?"
"Y-yes."
"Where?"