"Can't I hop over this wall and take a peep into the grotto ?" "By no means," cried Hobbs, horrified.

"That, sir, is the most proscribed spot, next to the Castle itself.

You _can't_ go in there." King looked over the low wall.

The prospect was alluring.

The pool, the trickling rivulets, the mossy banks, the dense shadows: it was maddening to think he could not enter! "I wouldn't be in there a minute," he argued.