For mercy’s sake, don’t put any idea into his head that isn’t there already! Not a word to a soul——
[Claude appears in the doorway, hat in hand.
Claude.
Cab, aunt.
Mrs. Cloys.
I’m coming. [Claude withdraws.] Not a word, except that we’ve gone out, blindly, to try and find her.
Justina.
Wait! you must tell me; do you suspect that Theophila is—guilty?
Mrs. Cloys.
[Looking at her steadily.] Woman, what do you suspect?