“Tain’t to be done, miss, till I die,” said the woman, sadly; and then there was a triumphant light in her eyes, and her face lit up as she said more firmly, “but I’m going to be happy then.”
“Yes, yes, and I’ll try to make you happy while you live; but you will help me, dear?”
The poor creature shook her head.
“Yes, you will—I’m sure you will,” pleaded Kate. “But pray come in.”
“Dursn’t, miss.”
“But I am in such trouble, Becky.”
“Yes, I know; he wants to marry you, and he’s going to keep you locked up till he does. I know.”
“Yes, yes; and I want to get away.”
“But you can’t,” whispered the woman, and she withdrew her head, and Kate in her despair thought she had gone. But the head reappeared slowly. “Nobody watching,” she whispered.
“I must go away, and you must help me, Becky,” whispered Kate.