For her Sister’s Sake.
“Oh, go—go quickly,” cried May excitedly. “It is my husband come back; what shall I do?”
“Stop!” cried Sir Harry. “Listen!”
“No, no; they are knocking again. My father will hear.”
“But—”
“No, no, you must not stay. Go,” she panted, and as she spoke, in her hurry and alarm, she pushed him towards the window.
“Confound it all!” he muttered, as he opened it softly. “Pray, pray be quick,” she cried. “Oh, do—do go.”
“Impossible!” he whispered back. “They would see. Hide me.”
“I can’t—I can’t.”
“You must. Somewhere here.”