“In half-an-hour.”
“Hurrah! I shall be back exactly in half-an-hour then. Do be ready, please, Mr. Sutherland.”
“I will.”
Harry jumped into the carriage, telling the coachman to drive where he pleased, and be back at the same place in half-an-hour. Hugh returned into the house.
As may be supposed, Margaret was the means of this happy meeting. Although she saw plainly enough that Euphra would like to see Hugh, she did not for some time make up her mind to send for him. The circumstances which made her resolve to do so were these.
For some days Euphra seemed to be gradually regaining her health and composure of mind. One evening, after a longer talk than usual, Margaret had left her in bed, and had gone to her own room. She was just preparing to get into bed herself, when a knock at her door startled her, and going to it, she saw Euphra standing there, pale as death, with nothing on but her nightgown, notwithstanding the bitter cold of an early and severe frost. She thought at first she must be walking in her sleep, but the scared intelligence of her open eyes, soon satisfied her that it was not so.
“What is the matter, dear Miss Cameron?” she said, as calmly as she could.
“He is coming. He wants me. If he calls me, I must go.”
“No, you shall not go,” rejoined Margaret, firmly.
“I must, I must,” answered Euphra, wringing her hands.