The stranger, who had taken a seat in the hall, rose and faced her.
"Don't you know me, Louisa?" he asked.
"Is it you, Warner?" she exclaimed, surprised and! startled.
"Yes," he answered, laughing. "It's a good while since we met."
"Five years. And have you——"
"What—reformed?"
"Yes."
"Well, I can't say as to that. I can only tell you that I am not wanted by the police at present. Is the old lady still alive?"
"Aunt Eliza?"
"Of course."