“Me? Why, nothing!” answered Lexy, in surprise. “I didn’t see her. I haven’t seen her since dinner.”
“But you know,” said Mrs. Enderby. “You know where she has gone.”
She spoke with cool certainty, and her black eyes were fixed upon Lexy with a far from pleasant expression.
Lexy looked back at her with equal steadiness.
“Mrs. Enderby,” she said, “I don’t know.”
Mrs. Enderby shrugged her shoulders.
“Very well!” she said. “You do not know exactly where she has gone. Bien, alors! You guess, eh?”
“No,” answered Lexy, bewildered. “I don’t. I can’t.”
“She has spoken to you of some—friend?”
Seeing Lexy still frankly bewildered, Mrs. Enderby lost her patience.