Arnold took his hand. “Only tell me!” he eagerly rejoined—“only tell me what I can do!”
“You are going to-day to see your new place, ain’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Can you put off going till to-morrow?”
“If it’s any thing serious—of course I can!”
Geoffrey looked round at the entrance to the summer-house, to make sure that they were alone.
“You know the governess here, don’t you?” he said, in a whisper.
“Miss Silvester?”
“Yes. I’ve got into a little difficulty with Miss Silvester. And there isn’t a living soul I can ask to help me but you.”
“You know I will help you. What is it?”