After a few moments' conversation she asked Larry: "I may keep now my
own name, it is quite safe, is not? They are gone now--those for whom
I feared."

"Wait a little," said Richard. "Wait until you have been down in the
world long enough to be sure. It is a hard thing to live under
suspicion, and until you have means of knowing, the other will be
safer."

"You think so? Then is better. Yes? Ah, Sir Kildene, how it is
beautiful to see your son does so very much resemble our friend."

They arrived at the bank, and Larry entered while Richard and Amalia
strolled on together. "We had a friend, Harry King,"--she paused and
would have corrected herself, but then continued--"he was very much
like to you--but he is here in trouble, and it is for that for which
we have come here. Sir Kildene is so long in that bank! I would go in
haste to that place where is our friend. Shall we turn and walk again
a little toward the bank? So will we the sooner encounter him on the
way."

They returned and met Larry coming out, stepping briskly. He too was
eager to be at the courthouse. He took his son's arm and rapidly and
earnestly told him the situation as he had just heard it from the
cashier. He told him that which he had been keeping back, and
impressed on him the truth that unless he had returned when he did,
the talk in the town was that the trial was likely to go against the
prisoner. Richard would have broken into a run, in his excitement, but
Larry held him back.

"Hold back a little, boy. Let us keep pace with you. There's really no
hurry, only that impulse that sent you home--it was as if you were
called, from all I can learn."

"It is my reprieve. I am free. He has suffered, too. Does he know yet
that I too live? Does he know?"

"Perhaps not--yet, but listen to me. Don't be too hasty in showing
yourself. If they did not know him, they won't know you--for you are
enough different for them never to suspect you, now that they have, or
think they have, the man for whom they have been searching. See here,
man, hold back for my sake. That man--that brother-in-law of mine--has
walked for years over my heart, and I've done nothing. He has despised
me, and without reason--because I presumed to love your mother, lad,
against his arrogant will. He--he--would--I will see him down in the
dust of repentance. I will see him willfully convict his own son--he
who has been hungering to see you--my son--sent to a prison for
life--or h