“Kneel down.”
She knelt at my feet, looking up, and panting a little. I took her soft chin in my hand; and she did not move; and I kept her so, glaring into her young eyes.
“You are very loyal to Lady Skene, are you not?” I said. “You told me so, you know.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Were you instructed by her to take this means to come and spy on me?”
“No. How could you think it!”
“If you cry, I shall turn you out at once. You aren’t watching me, then, to find out what I’m up to?”
“No, indeed.”
“Why do you come here?”
“I’m so sorry for you.”