“My father is dead. My mother sent the letter to me.”
“Then you have had the impertinence to read it!”
“It was my duty to read it.”
“Duty! What business had you with it?”
Euphra felt ashamed of the letter as soon as she found that she had applied to a man whose daughter was a servant. Margaret answered:
“I could at least reply to it so far, that the writer should not think my father had neglected it. I did not know who it was from till I came to the end.”
Euphra turned her back on her, with the words:
“You may go.”
Margaret walked out of the room with an unconscious stately gentleness.
“Come back,” cried Euphra.