Helen and Evangeline had but interchanged a few hurried words, when their father suddenly stood before them.
They both rose.
“Helen,” he exclaimed, sternly and coldly, “attend me to my library.”
Not a word more. He made a gesture which was so imperious in character, that she could not but involuntarily obey it, and she went in the direction in which he pointed.
He followed her, and when they were within the room, he locked the door. Evangeline crept after them. She stood at the library door in silence but in tears.