At last he stopped and said to her,
"Of what are you afraid?"
"The anger of that dreadful man."
"What dreadful man?"
She answered with a couple of sobs,
"The august, red-faced, big, divine beast."
"But neither you nor your lover have done any thing unlawful, any thing wrong."
"That is no security," said poor Benigna, shaking her head and wringing her hands.
"That ought to be a security," said Aglais; adding in a mutter, "but often is a danger."
"It is not even allowed by people that it ought to be a security," returned the girl.