She had missed him from his place when the children returned to the schoolroom. His sister, she supposed, had taken him home.
He stood sentry now in the shade under the north wall of the building. He stood there so resolutely that, for the instant, Hester could scarcely believe the sobs had come from him. But he had heard her coming; and the face he turned to her, though tearless, was woefully twisted and twitching.
"My poor child!"
He stretched out both hands.
"Where is Myra? I want Myra, please!"
CHAPTER XV.
MYRA IN DISGRACE.
Myra was in her bedroom, under lock and key; and this is how it had happened.
"What put it into your head to make that speech?" asked Mrs. Purchase, as she and Mr. Sam wended their way back to Hall. In form the question was addressed to her nephew; in tone, to herself.