“Do come in,” said Margaret, “you must not stand there in the cold.”
“Let me get into your bed.”
“Better let me go with you to yours. That will be more comfortable for you.”
“Oh! yes; please do.”
Margaret threw a shawl round Euphra, and went back with her to her room.
“He wants me. He wants me. He will call me soon,” said Euphra, in an agonised whisper, as soon as the door was shut. “What shall I do!”
“Come to bed first, and we will talk about it there.”
As soon as they were in bed, Margaret put her arm round Euphra, who was trembling with cold and fear, and said:
“Has this man any right to call you?”
“No, no,” answered Euphra, vehemently.