“We will.”
“You haven’t yet,” Stephen told her impatiently.
“In just a little while the way will come to us,” the girl said. “I am sure it will.”
“Yes, I’m sure it will,” her cousin said mendaciously. “But in the meantime the men are searching for Hugh. And, if he doesn’t leave at once, I feel certain they will come here and arrest him. I’m going to him now, to try to persuade him once more to be reasonable.” And he went from the library, his anonymous note in his pocket. Helen made no attempt to dissuade him. His words had troubled her deeply. Ought Hugh indeed to go? She couldn’t say. She could scarcely think.
CHAPTER XXXIV
She looked in the fire. She counted the clock’s ticking. She gazed at the Joss. What should she do? She asked them all that. What ought Hugh to do? They gave her no answer, no help. She rang the bell, and sank dejectedly into her father’s chair. “Do you know where Dr. Latham is?” she asked Barker when the girl came.
“No, Miss.”
“Find him. Tell him I want him—here, at once.”
It seemed an unconscionable time to her that she waited. But it was not long, as the clock told it. Barker had been quick for once.
“Dr. Latham, you must help me, you must help me now,” Helen cried excitedly as he came in.