“Well,” said he, rather sullenly, “beggars must not be choosers. Of course I wanted you to tell me where I am likely to find her.”
“I don't know.”
“But you left Hillsborough with her?”
“Yes, and went to York. But there I left her, and she told me she should travel hundreds of miles from York. I have no notion where she is.”
Little sighed. “She could not trust even you.”
“The fewer one trusts with a secret the better.”
“Will she never return? Will she give up her father as well as me? Did she fix no time? Did she give you no hint?”
“No, not that I remember. She said that depended on you.”
“On me?”
“Yes.”