Elsie paused an instant, and looking up with an expression of trust, said in a low tone, "I am afraid of him."
"Why?" drawing unconsciously nearer to her.
"I cannot tell—no, that is not quite true; I begin, I think, to understand why."
"And will you not tell me?"
"I should rather like to tell you, but not here."
"On Sunday, then, when I bring you your books?"
"No; I do not want to mention his name before Madame Weber."
"Is she a friend of his?"
"I am not sure, but it is well to be cautious."
"It gives me a kind of shock to think you are obliged to be on guard in your own home."