speak of him to Harold:

'You must not blame Leonard. It was all my fault. I made him come!'
Her generosity appealed to Harold. He was angry with the boy for
being there at all; but more for his desertion of the girl in her
trouble.

'I'm not blaming him for being with you!' he said simply. Leonard
spoke at once. He had been waiting to defend himself, for that was
what first concerned that young gentleman; next to his pleasure, his
safety most appealed to him.

'I went to get help. You had let the candle drop; and how could I
see in the dark? You would insist on looking at the plate on the
coffin!'

A low moan broke from Stephen, a long, low, trembling moan which went
to Harold's heart. Her head drooped over again on his shoulder; and
she clung close to him as the memory of her shock came back to her.
Harold spoke to Leonard over his shoulder in a low, fierce whisper,
which Stephen did not seem to hear:

'There! that will do. Go away! You have done enough already. Go!
Go!' he added more sternly, as the boy seemed disposed to argue.
Leonard ran a few steps, then walked to the lich-gate, where he
waited.

Stephen clung close to Harold in a state of agitation which was
almost hysterical. She buried her face in his shoulder, sobbing
brokenly: