The desire to hear Leopold’s best friends talk about him was strong in Helen, but her heart misgave her: was it not unbecoming? She would be in terror of discovery all the time. In the middle of the stair, she drew Rachel back and whispered,
“I dare not do it.”
“Come on,” said Rachel. “Hear what I shall say to them first. After that you shall do as you please.”
Evidently, so quick was her response, her thoughts had been going in the same direction as Helen’s.
“Thank you for trusting me,” she added, as Helen again followed her.
Arrived at the top, the one stood trembling, while the other went into the room.
“Uncle,” said Rachel, “I have a friend in the house who is very anxious to hear you and our friends speak your minds to each other, but for reasons does not wish to appear: will you allow my friend to listen without being seen?”
“Is it your wish, Rachel, or are you only conveying the request of another?” asked her uncle.
“It is my wish,” answered Rachel. “I really desire it—if you do not mind.”
She looked from one to another as she spoke. The curate and the draper indicated a full acquiescence.