A respectful delicacy pervaded his manner as he inquired earnestly:-- "What is this danger, Miss Munro?
I believe you fear for me, but may you not have exaggerated the cause of alarm to yourself?
What have I to fear--from what would you save me ?" "Nay, ask me not, sir, but fly.

There is but little time for explanation, believe me.

I know and do not imagine the danger.

I can not tell you all, nor can you with safety bestow the time to hear.

Your murderers are awake--they are in this very house, and nothing but instant flight can save you from their hands." "But from whom, Miss Munro, am I to fear all this?
What has given you this alarm, which, until you can give me some clue to this mystery, I must regard as unadvised and without foundation.