She shook herself loose from him. "Will you go on, sir? you are insolent!"
"I cannot go while you have such a face, and while that paper is in your hand," Louis Granger said firmly; and reaching, took the morphine from her.
Her glance slid away from his face, and became fixed.
"O child! what would you do?" he exclaimed.
She did not appear to hear him. She was swaying in her seat, and her breath came sobbingly.
Mr. Granger called a carriage that was passing, and led her to it. She made no resistance, and did not object, scarcely noticed, indeed, when he seated himself opposite her.
"Walk your horses till I find out where the lady wants to go," he said to the driver.
When, after a few minutes of sickening half-consciousness, Margaret began to realize who and where she was, and looked at Mr. Granger, she met his eyes full of tears.
"I have no claim on your confidence," he said, "but I desire to serve you; and if you can trust me, I assure you that you will never have reason to regret it."
Margaret dropped her face into her hands, and all the pride died out of her heart.