Hugh looked into her soul till it shrank back afraid.
"I shall follow you no longer," he said slowly; "but you shall follow me. You shall come to me of your own free will. I shall follow you no more."
Maud flushed with anger.
"How dare you!" she said. "How dare you! I shall not speak to you again."
She hurried after her husband, her face red with shame. She would tell Ernest if his brother followed her any more. She did not know what was right. Should she tell him now—tell him his brother was always before her eyes—that he was drinking? Better not now; it would mean an ugly scene; and their holiday was just at an end.
She saw no more of Hugh in the few days that followed. Had he taken her advice and gone home, or was he only keeping out of the way for some reason? She could not help looking for him wherever they went, but never saw him. She thought he was gone at last, till one day, passing Notre Dame, she stopped suddenly like one afraid.
"What is the matter?" Ernest said, as she paused and turned from him.
