"Do you not know where you are then, Amy?"
"No, miss; not in the least. I only know where to buy the things we need. He has not been out once since we came."
"You are in our house, Amy. What will my father say!—How long have you—have you been—"
Something in her heart or her throat prevented Hester from finishing the sentence.
"How long have I been married to him, miss? You surely know that as well as I do, miss!"
"My poor Amy! Did he make you believe we knew about it?"
Amy gave a cry, but after her old way instantly crammed her handkerchief into her mouth, and uttered no further smallest sound.
"Alas!" said Hester, "I fear he has been more wicked than we know! But, Amy, he has done something besides very wrong."
Amy covered her face with her apron, through which Hester could see her soundless sobs.
"I have been doing what I could to find him," continued Hester, "and here he was close to me all the time! But it adds greatly to my misery to find you with him, Amy!"