I waited, but Josey did not volunteer further information. I looked at her reproachfully.
'I'll just tell you as much as I'm compelled to, master Christopher, and no more. I had a letter from Jessie yesterday---O, no; you'll not see it! It was meant for my own eyes, and no others. I said that Jessie would tell me the reason of her going away, and she has done so; and I know where she is, and I've sent her clothes and all her things to her. And that's all, master Christopher.'
'No, it isn't all, Josey. You will tell me something more. If I'm not to know where she is----'
'Which you are not,' Josey interrupted; 'not from me at least.'
'I may know whether she is well.'
'Yes, she is well in health.'
'And happy?'
'I don't know; I can't tell.'
'Did she do right in going away?'
She answered me in precisely the same words.