"Hallo, dad, what time is it?"
"One o'clock, lad."
Ten minutes later Reg was down to his breakfast. The reminiscences of the previous night had come back to him, and were very bitter.
"Is Amy up yet?" he asked.
"Yes, and gone out," said Whyte, looking anxiously at him.
"What!" cried Reg, in surprise.
"About an hour ago," continued Whyte. "She came out of her room fully dressed for walking out, and looking as miserable as possible. I asked her where she was going, but she seemed not to notice, and only came up to me and flung her arms round my neck, kissed me, and left the room."
"Did she not say where she was going to?"
"No, lad; she said nothing."
"What would you suggest doing, Whyte? Shall I go and hunt this fellow Wyckliffe up, and ask him what he means?"