“Then you are safe yet,” she gasped, as he caught her in his arms, though she repulsed him.
“Safe; yes, my little beauty. I found you had been at the house, and they said you were here—come to look for me. Why, Daisy, this meeting makes up for all my misery since you have been gone.”
Daisy wrenched herself from his arms, exclaiming passionately—
“I came to save you and others, Mr Glaire, and you act like this. Quick, get away from this place. Your life is in danger.”
“I have heard that tale, my dear,” he said, “till I am tired of it.”
“I tell you,” cried Daisy, as he tried to clasp her again, and she struggled with him; “I tell you there is a plot against you, and that you must go. This place is not safe. You have not a moment to lose.”
“Why,” said Richard, holding her in spite of her struggles; “did you not come to see me and comfort me for being in hiding here?”
“No, no,” cried Daisy, trying to free herself; “I came to warn you. Oh, sir, this is cowardly.”
“Come, Daisy, my little one, why are you struggling? You used not.”
“No,” cried the girl, angrily; “not when I was a silly child and believed you.”