"I want some breakfast," she said, "and then I should like to have a talk with you. If only I had a looking glass."
"You don't need one," Abell said respectfully if admiringly. "Still, that has been thought of. There is a looking glass in the corner."
Marion smiled despite herself. She found the glass and propped it up before her. There was no cause for alarm. She looked as neat and fresh as if she had just made a due and elaborate toilette. Geoffrey was fond of saying that after a football match Marion would have remained as neat and tidy as ever. She ate her breakfast heartily—good tea, with eggs, and bread-and-butter and strawberries.
"Do you want anything more?" asked Abell, looking in.
"Nothing, except my liberty," Marion replied. "You may come in and smoke if you like. How long are you going to detain me here?"
"Four-and-twenty hours."
"But I shall be missed. They will search for me. By this time, of course, they are hunting all over the place for me. They will come here——"
"I think not," Abell said politely. "It is too near home. Nobody would dream of looking for you in a cave close to the castle. We thought of all that. They will not look for you for other reasons."
Marion glanced swiftly at the speaker.