“Darling, I have put a little white bed close to my own, where you shall sleep.”
“Oh Jasper, it will be nice to be with you again! And you are positive Sylvia will not tell?”
“She is sad about you, Evelyn, but she will not tell. I have arranged that.”
“And that terrible old man, her father, will he find out?”
“I think not, dear; he has not yet found out about me at any rate.”
“Perhaps, Jasper, I had better go back now; it is later than usual.”
“Be sure you bring the twenty pounds when you come to-morrow night,” said Jasper; “for my funds, what with one thing and another, are getting low.”
“Yes, I will bring the money,” replied Evelyn.
She returned to the house. No one saw her as she slipped in by the back entrance. She ran up to her room, smoothed her hair, and went down to the drawing-room. Lady Frances and Audrey were alone in the big room. They had been talking together, but instantly became silent when Evelyn entered.
“They have been abusing me, of course,” thought the little girl; and she flashed an angry glance first at one and then at the other.