The most obvious thing for Cuthbert to do was to seek Juliet and ask for an explanation of her mysterious note. He went to the "Shrine of the Muses" the very next day, but was informed that Miss Saxon and her mother had gone out of town and would not be back for a few days. He could not learn where they were, and was leaving the house somewhat disconsolately when he met Basil. "You here, Mallow," said that young gentleman, stopping short, "have you been to see my mother?" "I went to see Juliet," replied Cuthbert, not sorry that the meeting had taken place, "but I hear she is out of town." "Well, not exactly. The fact is, she and my mother have gone down to Rose Cottage and intend to stop there until the funeral is over and the will is read." "The will?" echoed Mallow. "Yes. Aunt Selina is likely to leave a great deal of money. I expect it will all go to Juliet. She never liked me." "Yet you were frequently at her house." "I was," confessed Basil candidly. "I tried to make myself as civil as possible, so that she might remember me. Between ourselves, Mallow, I am deuced hard up. My mother hasn't much money, I have none of my own, and old Octagon is as stingy as he well can be." This sounded well coming from an idler who never did a stroke of work, and who lived on the charity of his step-father. But Basil had peculiar views as to money. He considered himself a genius, and that Peter should be proud to support him until, as he phrased it, he had "stamped his name on the age"! But the stamping took a long time, and Basil troubled himself very little about the matter. He remarked that genius should not be forced, and loafed away the greater portion of his days. His mother kept him in pocket-money and clothes, Peter supplied board and lodging, and Basil got through life very pleasantly. He wished to be famous, to have his name in every mouth and his portrait in every paper; but the work that was necessary to obtain these desirable things he was unwilling to do. Cuthbert knew that the young fellow had been "born tired"! and although something of an idler himself, liked Basil none the more for his laziness. Had Mallow been poor he would certainly have earned his bread, but he had a good income and did not work. And, after all, he only pursued the way of life in which he had been brought up. But Basil was poor and had his career to make, therefore he certainly should have labored. However, for Juliet's sake, Cuthbert was as polite as possible. "If I were you, Saxon, I should leave cards alone," said Mallow. "Nonsense! I don't play high. Besides, I have seen you at Maraquito's also losing a lot." "I can afford to lose," said Cuthbert dryly, "you can't." "No, by Jove, you're right there. But don't preach, Mallow, you ain't such a saint yourself." "Can I help you with a cheque?" Basil had good breeding enough to color.