Erminie opened her eyes, and, recognizing Elfrida, burst into tears and sobbed passionately.
“Don’t cry—they are not worth tears,” said Elfie.
“Oh, Elfrida! oh, Elfrida! If you knew—if you knew!” sobbed Erminie.
“I know all about it. I saw Colonel Eastworth drive away in a cab, with all his luggage packed in and around it. And I know that your lover has gone to help my lover to plot against the safety of the city. But, thank goodness, I have been beforehand with them.”
At this moment Catharine opened the door and came in.
“Did you ring, miss?” she inquired.
“Yes—more coal,” said Elfie, with great presence of mind.
And when the girl had gone, Elfie whispered to her friend:
“Keep a stiff upper lip; never say die; don’t let the servants see us fret.”
“I must not let my dear father see me grieve. To prevent that must be my first care. But if it were not for him I should pray—oh, I should pray for death!” sobbed Erminie.