His mouth was perhaps too loose, but he was prepossessing.

A certain melancholy, an air of bafflement, seemed to overshadow him.
Barbara's sympathy was his at that moment, and he knew it.
"There is a hiding-place in the house," he said, after a pause; "your father has told me of it." Barbara started; but at these words, her last suspicion vanished.
"There is," she replied simply.
"Then will you lodge me there ?" the stranger answered.

"The gravest issues depend upon the success with which my visit here is kept secret.
So far, I believe I have eluded suspicion and pursuit, but these Roundheads are cunning as jackals.

And, dear preserver, might I crave some food and drink ?" "Alas!" exclaimed Barbara, "I have delayed hospitality too long.

But, you see," she added, smiling, "such visitors are rare at Myddelton Hall.