“I will come to-morrow,” answered Richard. “Do you want me to go now?”
“It would be better for Alice. I will go to the end of the street, and she will see me from where she is hiding, and come. She always does.”
“Is she in the way of hiding then?”
“Yes, when my mother is—”
“Well, good-bye!” said Richard. “But where shall I find you to-morrow!”
They arranged their meeting, and parted.
The next day, they found a better place for their meal. Richard thought it better not to go quite home with Arthur, but, having learned from him where Alice worked, and at what hour she left, went the following night to wait for her not far from the shop.
At last she came along, looking very thin and pale, but she shone up when she saw him, and joined him without the least hesitation.
“How do you think Arthur is?” he asked.
“I've not seen him so well for ever so long,” she answered. “But that is not saying much!” she added with a sigh.