He had brought a fresh consignment of books, some of which he lodged with Dalaber, and some with Radley, as was his wont.

There were stolen meetings held in many places, but most often at those two lodgings; and the little band seemed growing in strength daily, when a sudden tempest broke upon it, falling like a bolt from the blue.
A meeting at Radley's house had broken up.

Dalaber and Garret walked homewards in the dusk towards their quarters in St.Alban Hall.

When Garret was in Oxford, Fitzjames gave up his share of Dalaber's lodging to him, and betook himself elsewhere; but when they reached the room they found somebody sitting there awaiting them in the dusk, and Dalaber hailed him as Fitzjames.
But as the stranger rose he saw that he had been mistaken.

It was Arthur Cole, and his face was grave as he quietly closed the door.
"I have come to warn you, Master Garret," he said in a low voice.
"Your doings in this place have become known, and have betrayed your whereabouts.