Margaret had at last unwittingly opened the door of her secret. She had told the other reason for loving Euphra. But, naturally enough, Euphra could not understand what she meant. Perhaps some of my readers, understanding Margaret’s words perfectly, and their reference too, may be so far from understanding Margaret herself, as to turn upon me and say:
“Impossible! You cannot have understood her or any other woman.”
Well!
“What do you mean, Margaret?”
Margaret both blushed and laughed outright.
“I must confess it,” said she, at once; “it cannot hurt him now: my tutor and yours are the same.”
“Impossible!”
“True.”
“And you never spoke all the time you were both at Arnstead?”
“Not once. He never knew I was in the house.”