Although in a very different sphere of action now, they were not without much of the effect they had wrought at the Maypole Inn.
'I am what you all are, and live as you all do,' said the man sternly, after a short silence.

'I am in hiding here like the rest, and if we were surprised would perhaps do my part with the best of ye.

If it's my humour to be left to myself, let me have it.

Otherwise,'-- and here he swore a tremendous oath--'there'll be mischief done in this place, though there ARE odds of a score against me.' A low murmur, having its origin perhaps in a dread of the man and the mystery that surrounded him, or perhaps in a sincere opinion on the part of some of those present, that it would be an inconvenient precedent to meddle too curiously with a gentleman's private affairs if he saw reason to conceal them, warned the fellow who had occasioned this discussion that he had best pursue it no further.

After a short time the strange man lay down upon a bench to sleep, and when they thought of him again, they found he was gone.
Next night, as soon as it was dark, he was abroad again and traversing the streets; he was before the locksmith's house more than once, but the family were out, and it was close shut.