Susan wished herself on its other side.
“My name is Fry. What is your pleasure with me?”
“Mr. Fry, I am so glad I have found you. I am come here from a friend of yours.”
“From a friend of mine??!!” said Fry, with a mystified air.
“Yes; from Mr. Eden. Here is the book, Mr. Fry; poor Mr. Eden could not bring it you himself, but you see he has written your name on the cover with his own hand.”
Fry took the book from Susan's hand, and in so doing observed that she was lovely; so to make her a return for bringing him “Uncle Tom,” and for being so pretty, Fry for once in his life felt generous, and repaid her by volunteering to show her the prison—indulgent Fry!
To his surprise Susan did not jump at this remuneration. On the contrary, she said hastily:
“Oh! no! no! no!”
Then, seeing by his face that her new acquaintance thought her a madwoman, she added:
“That is, yes! I think I should like to see it a little—a very little—but if I do you must keep close by me, Mr. Fry.”