“Where?�
“In the spinney.�
“When?�
“But just now.�
“What does he there at this hour?�
“Nothing.�
“I don’t understand.�
“Sir Geoffrey—� I began racking my brains, utterly at loss what to say next and how to convey the awful tidings.
She made a sudden step or two in my direction, then turned toward the coppice, her suspicions fully aroused.
But now I ventured upon a familiarity, that is, I turned with her and caught her by the arm before she could take a step.