Here her voice sank and ceased. Hugh would not urge her.
“Have you mentioned this to Mr. Arnold?”
“No. I do not think it would do any good. But I will, if you wish it,” she added submissively.
“Not at all. Just as you think best.”
“I could not tell him everything. I cannot tell you everything. If I did, Mr. Arnold would turn me out of the house. I am a very unhappy girl, Mr. Sutherland.”
From the tone of these words, Hugh could not for a moment suppose that Euphra had any remaining design of fascination in them.
“Perhaps he might want to keep you, if I told him all; but I do not think, after the way he has behaved to you, that you could stay with him, for he would never apologize. It is very selfish of me; but indeed I have not the courage to confess to him.”
“I assure you nothing could make me remain now. But what can I do for you?”
“Only let me depend upon you, in case I should need your help; or—”
Here Euphra stopped suddenly, and caught hold of Hugh’s left hand, which he had lifted to brush an insect from his face.