He hopes you will stay.

He thinks God sent you to us." "I am glad, for I wish to stay," I said.
"Good!" he exclaimed, in a long whisper.

"You have brought the world to him.

Already he has seen it in your eyes.

But it is good!" While I ate he asked me questions touching the changes in our family since he left England.
I told him of my life at home after my father's death; of my hard lot in Liverpool, and of the midnight interviews with his messenger and with Mr.Earl.He listened to me with grave and attentive interest, but stopped me before I had finished, with an impatient gesture.
"Speak out! they meant--they meant to kill you, didn't they ?" I stared at him in amazement, while ideas that were new to me flocked into the empyrean of thought like black birds of prey.