“Then where is she?” he demanded again; but Lady Wyndover was not crushed by the terrible question.
“I do not know. It is your place to find out. Have you searched for her?”
He shook his head wearily.
“No. Wait. You forget—my father—”
“A man should leave his father and mother and cleave to his wife.”
He made a movement of his hand.
“Yes, while she remains with him. God knows that she was all the world to me.”
“Then find her!”
He repeated the movement again.
“No, I shall find him. She will be with him,” he said, almost inaudibly.