She shook her head mournfully. Then a strange, wild look came in her eyes, and grew till it seemed from them to overflow and cover her whole face with a troubled expression, which increased to a look of dull agony.
“What is the matter, dear Euphra?” said Hugh, in alarm. “Is your foot very painful?”
She made no answer. She was looking fixedly at his hand.
“Shall I call Jane?”
She shook her head.
“Can I do nothing for you?”
“No,” she answered, almost angrily.
“Shall I go, Euphra?”
“Yes—yes. Go.”
He left the room instantly. But a sharp though stifled cry of despair drew him back at a bound. Euphra had fainted.