The little girl turned, and stood trembling before him, her face like fire, but her eyes full of tears.
“Did you call me, sir?” she faltered.
“Yes, my little maid, I want a few words with you.”
“Oh, sir, please—pray don’t speak to me!” faltered the girl, bursting into tears.
“Why, you silly child, what are you afraid of?” cried Trevor, catching her by the wrist. “Look here, tell me this, and don’t be afraid.”
“No—no, sir,” faltered the girl.
“Tell me now, honestly—there, there, stop that crying, for goodness’ sake! Any one would think I was an ogre. I hate to see a woman crying.”
“Please, sir, I am trying,” sobbed the girl.
“Now, then, I want to know this—you have often met me here—do you come to meet Humphrey?”
“No, sir.”