“Dinny!” came in a reproachful voice from above.
“Mistress Greenheys!” cried Humphrey. “You there?”
“Yes. I cam’ to try and learn tidings of you. I did not know you were both prisoners.”
“Sure an’ we’re not, darlin’,” said Dinny. “We only tuk refuge here, so as to be near you. An’ where have you been?”
“I crept back to my place,” said the woman, “and reached it without having been missed.”
“Then ye’re quite free to come and go?”
“Yes—quite.”
“Erin-go-bragh!” cried Dinny, excitedly. “Then what ye’ve got to do, darling, is to go back and come again as soon as ye can wid something to ate, for we shall soon be starved.”
“Yes, Dinny; I’ll come again to-night.”
“There’s a darlin’ for ye, sor. But tell us. What are they doing?”