"Mamma! How do you know?"
"Father Paul told me just now."
"How did he know?"
"The wretched man had gone to him begging, and he mentioned him to me by chance, thinking I might know something about him."
"But surely he would not remember you?"
"I think he would. If by any accident he met you and me together, I am certain he would."
"Lucia, I dare not meet him. I believe the very sight of him would kill me."
"Let us go away, mamma. He knows nothing about us yet. We might start to-morrow."
"Where should we go? Even at our own door we might meet him, at the railway station—anywhere. No, it is only inside these walls we are safe, and scarcely here."