"Mamma is in the most excited state," she whispered to him as he
entered. "I knew how it would be."

"Has he come yet?"

"I have no doubt of it; but he has made no signal."

Mrs. Hare, feverish and agitated, with a burning spot on her delicate
cheeks, stood by the chair, not occupying it. Mr. Carlyle placed a
pocket-book in her hands. "I have brought it chiefly in notes," he said:
"they will be easier for him to carry than gold."

Mrs. Hare answered only by a look of gratitude, and clasped Mr.
Carlyle's hand in both hers. "Archibald, I _must_ see my boy; how can it
be managed? Must I go into the garden to him, or may he come in here?"

"I think he might come in; you know how bad the night air is for you.
Are the servants astir this evening?"

"Things seem to have turned out quite kindly," spoke up Barbara. "It
happens to be Anne's birthday, so mamma sent me just now into the
kitchen with a cake and a bottle of wine, desiring them to drink her
health. I shut the door and told them to make themselves comfortable;
that if we wanted anything we would ring."

"Then they are safe," observed Mr. Carlyle, "and Richard may come in."

"I will go and ascertain whether he is come," said Barbara.

"Stay where you are, Barbara; I will go myself," interposed Mr. Carlyle.