He conducted her home, and then he asked the meaning of it all.
"Thou art unhappy. Tell me what has happened. And where is Robert Annys?"
"Said I not already that he was in Kent?" she whispered.
"Nay," he said impatiently, "thy face is far too dear to me to permit it to deceive."
As she did not reply to this, he gazed at her in gloomy silence for a while, and then spoke with a certain stern deliberateness.
"He is not in Kent."
She quivered. "How should I know more than I have said?" she asked plaintively.
"'How should I know,'" he mocked; "I left thee on the eve of wedding Robert Annys. Art thou his wife?"
"Nay!"