you, an' your sorrow is mine, your trouble is mine. I won't let anything
interfere. I must help you!

'No, Harry, I will not take your help. You do not stand alone. Before I
would have you do that I would tell the truth myself. My father is ill;
he may never get away. I think he will not. What would be left to me if
he were taken after all, and you were known to have assisted him in his
endeavours to elude the police? I could not bear it. No, no, dear, you
must leave us alone to that. Promise.'

They were standing in the darkness by the wall. He drew her more closely
to him and his only answer was a kiss.

'If he does escape,' she said, 'I will go into court and tell what I
know, if it will help your brother. Perhaps I ought to tell the truth now
in justice and honour, but I cannot desert my father. There is something
here will not let me do that,' She pressed a hand to her bosom.

'No, you can't do that. I'm sorry for you, Chris. It's a hard fight. I
want to fight with you. By Heaven! you don't know how I could fight for
you.'

Her head had fallen upon his breast again; he felt her sob, and broke
into vehement speech--passionate assurances of love half spoken,
ejaculations, fierce endearments, tender words--then was as suddenly
silent again, and stood over her with his lips amongst her hair until her
mood passed.

'I will come to-night,' he whispered, when at length she ceased weeping.