"Miss Driver has been suddenly called away. I don't think she'll be home to night. If she should come, the night-watchman will let her in, and Miss Chatters will be up. The rest of you needn't wait after your usual time."
"Very good, sir," said Loft. Gravely, with his measured step, he walked away and left us alone together.
Chat stopped sobbing for a moment—to ask me a supremely unimportant question.
"Was she very angry with me, Mr. Austin?"
"She didn't say one word about you."
"Oh, I'm glad of that, I'm glad of that!" Her sobbing again broke the silence of the great empty house.
CHAPTER XV
IN THE DOCK
She had gone—and we, her friends, were left to make the best of the situation.