“Mrs Avery, I am puzzled and bewildered as I never was before,” replied Austin. “I cannot find him.”
A week later, when the dusk had fallen, but John had not yet come home, and Dr Thorpe and Isoult sat alone in the chamber, a quick footstep approached the door.
“What he! is the door locked?” cried Mr Underhill’s voice outside.
Barbara ran and let him in.
“Where is Mrs Rose?” was his first question.
“Above,” said Isoult. “Is there news for her?”
“Good,” said he, without replying: “and Mrs Thekla?”
“Above likewise.”
“Let her stay there a moment. But tell her (whenas you can without her mother’s ears) that her father is in London again, in the keeping of Speryn, my wife’s brother; and there she may see him. Tell her to come to my house, and I or my wife shall go with her to the other. But she must not tarry in coming, for we hope to have him away to Calais on Tuesday night.”
And away he went.