"And struck her, that he did, which you ought to know," Catherine persisted eagerly: "put his arm out through the door and gave her a great blow! and it's not the first time neither. Many's the night when I've undressed my lady but perhaps you've seen for yourself—"
She stopped short and put her hand over her mouth.
"Go and get the things," said Lawrence, "then wait for me in the yard."
Catherine retired in disorder and Lawrence followed her out. He found Barry waiting to speak to him. "Where's my man?" Lawrence asked. "Send him to me, will you?"
"Beg pardon, sir, but are you going to speak to Major Clowes?"
"Why?"
Barry looked down. "His orders was that you weren't to be admitted, sir."
"How is Major Clowes?"
"Very queer. I took it on myself to send for the doctor, but he was out: but they sent word that he'd step round as soon as he came in. I'd have liked to catch Mr. Val, but he slipped off while I was waiting on the Major."
"But Major Clowes isn't ill?"