"What! Where?" asked Tom, rising.
"No, stay where you are, I want to speak to her. I'll come back," and, leaving Tom, she sped after Marjory, calling her name.
Marjory looked round and hastened to meet her. She was pale and her eyes heavy for trouble and want of sleep.
"Oh, Adela, I'm so glad to find you! I was going to look for you at the hotel. I must talk to you."
"You shall," said Adela, taking her arm and smiling again.
She did not notice Marjory's looks; she was full of her own tidings.
"I want to ask you whether you think Lady Semingham——" began Marjory, growing red, and in great embarrassment.
"Oh, but hear my news first," cried Adela; "Marjory, he's gone!"
"Who?"
"Why, that man Mr. Ruston."