She remembered that Madelon Hautville had on divers occasions, for prospective brides, turned her marvellous skill in embroidery to financial profit, but she dared not say so for an excuse.

"I could not do it myself," Dorothy said, further, trembling in every limb, "and--I thought maybe--you--" Suddenly Madelon extended her hand.

"Give me this silk," she said; "I will work the flowers on it for you, but never dare to speak to me of pay, Dorothy Fair." Dorothy looked at her, made a motion as to give her the silk, then drew it back again.
"Give me the silk," said Madelon.

Dorothy yielded up the silk hesitatingly, with a scared and apologetic murmur.

Then she screamed faintly, for Eugene Hautville strode back into the room with a look on his face which she had never seen before.