Euphrasia moved the kettle to another part of the stove.
"You'll see her?" she said.
"Who?" Austen asked. But his voice must have betrayed him a little, for Euphrasia turned and seized him by the elbows and looked up into his face.
"Victoria," she said.
He felt himself tremble at the name,—at the strangeness of its sound on
Euphrasia's lips.
"I do not expect to see Miss Flint," he answered, controlling himself as well as he was able. "I have an errand for the Judge with Mr. Flint himself."
Euphrasia had guessed his secret! But how?
"Hadn't you better see her?" said Euphrasia, in a curious monotone.
"But I have no errand with her," he objected, mystified yet excited by
Euphrasia's manner.
"She fetched Hilary home," said Euphrasia.