“Let us go up-stairs,” she said softly.
Lydia rose at once.
“You do not speak,” said Capel.
Katrine did not answer till they reached the door, and then she raised her eyes to his with a long, timid look.
“If Lydia consents, so will I.”
“And you will stay, Miss Lawrence, to help me?” cried Capel, warmly.
“I will,” said Lydia, gravely.
“That’s right,” cried Capel, opening the door for them to pass out, and catching Katrine’s eye for a moment as she passed.
“Curse her! She’s playing a dangerous game,” said Artis to himself, as he watched the ladies leave the room.
Glancing aside, he saw that the old lawyer was watching him narrowly.