It was no longer occupied, for nobody would rent it or live in it.
Mr.Carlyle opened the gate of the Grove, and glanced at the trees on either side of him, but he neither saw nor heard any signs of Richard's being concealed there.

Barbara was at the window, looking out, and she came herself and opened the door to Mr.Carlyle.
"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.