I have plans that will foil them yet.

But think not too well of me, Rosamund.

I am not the hero you would make me out.

I am a mad fellow, and have played the fool once too often; but for all that they shall not get me." "Keep out of their clutches, and I care for nothing else!" cried Rosamund, her eyes alight with excitement.
But they could exchange no more confidences, for Cale's voice was heard summoning them to dinner; and after that meal they sat together in the cool parlour, and passed the time in talk, having no fear of being disturbed, for none knew of their being within.
Generally in summer weather Cale took his daughter for a long ramble, and sometimes did not return to the house till after he had left her at her aunt's house in Highgate.
The light slowly waned and faded.

In the open country the day would be bright for some while longer, but in narrow streets it went faster.