“Why?” he demanded again.
“I have often seen you,” she faltered; “I sometimes thought you were unhappy.”
“But why do you come to warn me? People hate me in Nauvoo.”
“I do not hate you,” she replied, faintly.
“I don’t know.”
A star suddenly gleamed low over the forest’s level crest. Night had fallen in Nauvoo. After a silence he said, in an altered voice, “Am I to understand that you came to warn a common criminal?”
She did not answer.
“Do you know what I am doing?” he asked.
“Yes.”