Reginald did not appear.
Mrs. Meyrick went to his room, and satisfied herself he had not passed the night there.
Then she went to the foreign gent's shed.
He was not there.
Then she went out, and called loudly to them both.
No answer.
Then she went into the nearest meadow, to see if they were in sight.
The first thing she saw was the foreign gent staggering toward her.
“Drunk!” said she, and went to scold him; but, when she got nearer, she saw at once that something very serious had happened. His dark face was bloodless and awful, and he could hardly drag his limbs along; indeed they had failed him a score of times between Highmore and that place.
Just as she came up with him he sank once more to the ground, and turned up two despairing eyes toward her.