"Don't think I've no sympathy with you, but—but I'm worried."
"Nothing gone wrong in town, I hope, Mr. Imason?"
"No."
He stood there frowning. He did not believe the story about Mrs. Valentine. He walked quickly to the bell and rang it loudly.
"Tell them to saddle Rollo, and bring him round directly."
"You're never going out on such a night?" she cried.
"I must"; and he added to the surprised servant, "Do as I tell you directly."
"Where are you going?" she asked wonderingly.
"I'm going to Mrs. Valentine's."
"But you've no cause to be anxious about Sibylla, Mr. Imason; and she'll be back to-morrow."