“Euphra!”
“Hugh!”
Euphra seemed half amused and half perplexed. Hugh looked half perplexed and wholly pleased.
“Come, come,” said Euphra, recovering herself, and leading the way to the door.
When they reached it, they found it closed and locked. Euphra raised her hand to beat on it. Hugh caught it.
“You will drive Lady Emily into fits. Did you not see how awfully pale she was?”
Euphra instantly lifted her hand again, as if she would just like to try that result. But Hugh, who was in no haste for any result, held her back.
She struggled for a moment or two, but not very strenuously, and, desisting all at once, let her arms drop by her sides.
“I fear it is too late. This is a double door, and Mr. Arnold will have locked all the doors between this and the picture-gallery. They are there now. What shall we do?”
She said this with an expression of comical despair, which would have made Hugh burst into laughter, had he not been too much pleased to laugh.