“Oh, my brother?” she answered.
“Waiting till it was safe to come out.”
“But Harry!” she paused; “we—my father—we all believed you dead. How could you be so—”
She stopped.
“Cruel?” he said firmly. “Wouldn’t it have been more cruel to be dragged off to prison and disgrace you more?”
“But—”
“Hush! I tell you I have been in hiding. They think me dead?”
“Yes; they found you—”
“Hush, I tell you. I have no time to explain. Let them go on thinking me dead.”
“But Harry?” she cried; “my poor broken-hearted father—Madelaine.”