“Come, that’s unkind,” said Richard, laughing. “Where have you been, eh? But there, I know.”
“I tell you, Mr Richard, you are in danger.”
“Pooh! what danger? We’re safe enough here, Daisy, and no one will interrupt us.”
“I cannot answer questions,” said Daisy.
“Oh, pray, pray let us go. I came to save you.”
“Then you do love me still, Daisy?”
“No, no; indeed no, sir, I hate you; but I would not see you hurt.”
“Look here, Daisy,” cried Richard. “I hate mystery. Did you come here alone?”
“Yes, yes—to save you.”
“Thank you, my dear; but now, please, tell me why? No mystery, please, or I shall think this is some trick, and that you have been sent by the men on strike.”