"Yes; she came to me in the smoking-room."
"Did she say anything that sounded like—like——?"
He waited a while before he answered the unfinished question. "She said nothing about this morning."
"But did she say——?"
Arthur nodded his head.
"Oh then, it's quite clear!" said Judith.
"I didn't think she meant to go this morning. I was to go. We said good-bye."
"She has gone, though. I'm sure of it. Well, I've thought she would for some time past, so I don't quite see why I've been crying. How could we help it? Could we give her what she wanted? Could Godfrey? Could I? Could you? Margaret was the only chance, but poor little Margaret's—well, Margaret! She wasn't enough to keep her." She rose from her seat. "Well, I'll go, because you must get up."
Arthur paid no heed. "I think it's because of me that she's gone this morning," he said slowly.
"Why? Did you quarrel? Did you talk about—about Sir Oliver?"