She rose, with the word, in great agitation, and stood holding her hand to her bosom. Gilead rose also.
“I beg you to calm yourself,” he said. “What have you to fear from him?”
“Fear!” she whispered, with an awful significance. “Ah! you do not know him. He will break me to his will.”
“No, that must not be,” said the young man. “Has this creature no permanent address?”
“Indeed none that I know of,” she faltered.
“And the will was indisputable?”
“Quite, I fear.”
“We might contest it upon the grounds of undue influence? And in the meantime—”
She gazed at him with her wide haunted eyes. Certainly the flowery lepidopteral ways had produced a very comely nymph.
“Yes?” she whispered.