He was still looking at her closely; his eyes deeply searching.
Juliet hesitated. "Do you think—to-night?" she said.
"Certainly. Then you will want a car. Have you told Lord Saltash?" He turned to the door.
"No, I have only just heard. I believe he has gone to town." Juliet gently laid down the hand she was holding. "I will come back," she said again, and followed him.
He drew the door closed behind them. They faced each other in the dimness of the hall. The squire's mouth was twitching uncontrollably. "Now, Juliet!" His voice had a ring of sternness; he put his hand on her shoulder, gripping unconsciously. "For heaven's sake—" he said—"out with it! It isn't—Dick?"
"No—Robin!" she said.
"Ah!" He drew a deep breath and straightened himself, his other hand over his eyes. Then in a moment he was looking at her again. His grip relaxed. "Forgive me!" he said. "Did I hurt you?"
She gave him a faint smile. "It doesn't matter. You understand, don't you? I must go—to Dick."
He nodded. "Yes—yes! Is the boy—dead?"
"No. It was a fall over the cliff. It happened last night. They didn't find him for hours. He is going fast. Jack brought me this." She glanced down at the letter in her hand.