Hubert started and looked suddenly at her, in terror.
“Oh, Hubert!” she said, shrinking back frightened.
“Questions!” he said, seizing her hands. “Questions of whom?”
“Of—of—Mistress Isabel Norris,” she said, almost crying.
“And—and—what did you say? Did you tell him?”
“Oh, Hubert!—I am so sorry—ah! do not look like that.”
“What did you say? What did you say?” he said between his teeth.
“I—I—told a lie, Hubert; I said I had never seen her.”
Hubert took his wife suddenly in his two arms and kissed her three or four times.
“You darling, you darling!” he said; and then stooped and picked her up, and carried her upstairs, with her head against his cheek, and her tears running down because he was pleased with her, instead of angry.