“You are going to Cocksmoor!” said he, as they were finishing.
“It is the right day,” said Richard. “Are you coming, Flora?”
“Not to-day, I have to call on Mrs. Hoxton.”
“Never mind Mrs. Hoxton,” said the doctor; “you had better go to-day, a fine cool day for a walk.”
He did not look as if he had found it so.
“Oh, yes, Flora, you must come,” said Ethel, “we want you.”
“I have engagements at home,” replied Flora.
“And it really is a trying walk,” said Miss Winter.
“You must,” reiterated Ethel. “Come to our room, and I will tell you why.”
“I do not mean to go to Cocksmoor till something positive is settled. I cannot have anything to do with that woman.”