"Oh, Richard! Where have you come from? What brings you here?"
"Did you know me, Barbara?" was his rejoinder.
"How was it likely--in this disguise? A thought crossed my mind that it might be some one from you, and even that made me sick with terror. How could you run such a risk as to come here?" she added, wringing her hands. "If you are discovered, it is certain death; death--upon-- you know!"
"Upon the gibbet," returned Richard Hare. "I do know it, Barbara."
"Then why risk it? Should mamma see you it will kill her outright."
"I can't live on as I am living," he answered, gloomily. "I have been working in London ever since--"
"In London!" interrupted Barbara.
"In London, and have never stirred out of it. But it is hard work for me, and now I have an opportunity of doing better, if I can get a little money. Perhaps my mother can let me have it; it is what I have come to ask for."