Ara was crying when Emyr arrived at four o'clock. She was sitting before the computer. Her hands were covering her face while sobbing noisily.
"What happened to her?" Emyr asked Mrs. Cleeve.
"I don't know, sir." The housekeeper was wringing her hands.
"Get a hot pot of tea," he instructed while keeping his eyes at Ara.
"Miss Gray? Why are you crying?" Emyr went near silently.
"Huh! I--" she smiled sheepishly. "I'm touched to the story..." Her fingers wiped away her cheeks hastily.
Emyr stopped abruptly. "You're touched to their story?" His frown deepened. "You finished the second chapter?"
"Yes. Here." Ara handed the papers to him.
He just glanced at them. "Miss Gray, I am sorry about this morning. I've been surly to you."
"Oh." Ara's cheeks blushed a pretty pink. "It's nothing. Y
