Miss Clara, in truth, was rather romantic in her behaviour, for she often passed herself off to the prison authorities as “his sister,” and gained ingress thus very frequently.
Charles had already explained to her the true nature of his offence, and the unsophisticated young lady firmly believed every word he uttered.
She forgot all about her curls and curl-papers, and was ever intent upon devising some scheme for his relief or comfort.
In her increasing love for the young man, she even suggested various methods for his “escape,” and proposed the exchange of garments for that purpose.
“Speak the word, Charles dear,” she would say; “and I will stay in your stead, if there is any prospect of escape.”
She related to him all manner of devices for getting out of the dismal walls, and in her enthusiasm spoke of Claude Duval, &c., but Charley listened to her interesting prattle with a smile, and kissed her tenderly for the affection which had prompted her to suggest so many and such romantic schemes.
Clara was “in love,” but could not realize it!
Charles was no better, yet smiled philosophically at the gradual, but positive growth of his attachment for the whimsical, romantic girl, with her luxuriant growth of curls, and mentally ejaculated—
“‘A friend in need is a friend indeed.’ I can’t help but like her! There’s something about her which makes me love her! I do love her, but, alas, I am not worthy of her!”
Several weeks passed away, and trials at the Criminal Court had not yet commenced.