I was almost sick with passion, but Rachel was now at the door: I pointed to the children, for I could not trust myself to speak: she took them away, and I followed.
"Will you, Helen?" continued the speaker.
I gave her a look that blighted the malicious smile on her face—or checked it, at least for a moment—and departed. In the ante-room I met Mr. Hargrave. He saw I was in no humour to be spoken to, and suffered me to pass without a word; but when, after a few minutes' seclusion in the library, I had regained my composure, and was returning, to join Mrs. Hargrave and Milicent, whom I had just heard come down stairs and go into the drawing-room,—I found him there still, lingering in the dimly lighted apartment, and evidently waiting for me.
"Mrs. Huntingdon," said he as I passed, "will you allow me one word?"
"What is it then?—be quick if you please."
