“But it won’t be at his bidding: it will be at mine.”
“Ah! that alters the case rather, does it not? I wonder what Margaret would say.”
“Margaret! What Margaret?” said Hugh.
“Oh! my new maid,” answered Euphra, recollecting herself.
“Not being well at present, she is my nurse.”
“We shall take a cab as soon as we get to the corner.”
“I don’t think the count would be able to guide the horse,” said Euphra, with a smile. “I must walk. But I should like to go. I will. It would be such a victory to catch him in his own toils.”
She rose and ran up stairs. In a few minutes she came down again, cloaked and veiled. But Margaret met her as she descended, and leading her into the back drawing-room, said:
“Are you going, Euphra?”
“Yes; but I am going with Mr. Sutherland,” answered Euphra, in a defensive tone. “It is to please him, and not to obey the count.”