"Where's Neeld?" he asked. "I can't find him anywhere."
"He's gone back to Fairholme, Harry. It was late. I was to say good-night to you for him."
"And what have you done with Mina?" His voice was level, even, and restrained.
"Mina's gone to Merrion." She paused before she added: "She was tired, so I put her in your fly to go up the hill."
There was silence for a moment. Then he asked: "Did you tell the fly to come back again?"
Silence again, and then a voice of deceptive meekness, of hidden mirth, answered him: "No, Harry."
"I knew you'd be here, if anywhere."
"Well, I was sure you'd come here to look for me, before you gave me up." She put out her hands and
he took them in his. "It was all true that you said about me, all abominably true."
He did not contradict her.