Barbara's blood began to quicken with vague doubts.
"Have you seen her?" she demanded. "Has my sister been here?"
"Yes, I sent for her."
"And where is she now?"
"Gone home long ago."
"Thank God."
Barbara uttered the words with profound gratitude, then she turned sharply on the man. "You're doing wrong, Joel. Neither you nor Lucy have any right to meet in this way."
"It will never happen again," he said.
She started uneasily. Into her mind crept a fear that all was not well. She tried to read his face: the night was too dark and his manner baffled her.
But he rose suddenly, took her roughly by the arm, and turning her round, pointed to the shining marks.