That they had been left undisturbed so
long was a miracle. Besides, as she was ill, the sooner she was in bed
the better.
He half led, half carried her to the door of her dressing room, and she
thanked him with a smile, a gesture. Her throat hurt so much that all
speech was an effort.
"You must go now," she whispered. "You will get into trouble again
through me."
The boy threw a quick furtive glance along the whitewashed passage.
With characteristic recklessness he had forgotten that the chances of
his summary dismissal were looming exceedingly near.
He had left half his work undone the previous night, he had appeared
late that morning, and now he was in a part of the building to which
all the grooms and stable helpers were forbidden entrance.
"You'll let me bring you home," he pleaded.
Arithelli shook her head. "You can't."
"Is Emile coming for you? You shall not go alone, that I swear!"
"Emile will send someone. They never let me go alone. If you will,
you may do this. If I am not down at the stables at half-past eight
to-morrow, will you find Emile and ask him to come to me.
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