“There must be news of some kind by now,” Sydney cried.
It was too dark to see her companion’s face, and Katharine did not answer her.
Hard upon her words there came a sound of quick, sharp footsteps ringing out upon the flagged path running through the Close. The Dean raised his head and stood still.
“Canon Molyneux returning,” Katharine said, but she rose, with a strained expectancy in her position.
The steps came nearer. Sydney darted down the stairs, and was flinging back the heavy front door in a moment. “Hugh!”
“Sir Anthony thinks he is going to pull round!” was all Hugh said.
Katharine had followed Sydney to the hall, but when a moment later the girl looked round for her, she had gone.