"I like you, John Markham. You're quaint—a relic of a less flippant age. I'm sorry you won't accept any of my invitations—but I'll forgive you, if you'll promise to do as I bid you."
"I'm deeply grateful to you, Mrs. Hammond. Of course, I shall be obedient. I will do whatever you ask of me."
She released him and gave him a gentle push toward the door.
"Then go—and find Hermia!"
"I, Mrs. Hammond?"
"Yes, you. At once."
"But—"
"And when you find her—marry her, do you hear? It's the happiest issue out of your afflictions." She laughed again, rather mischievously. "You know, I think you owe her that!"
"I— She—you—"
"She is waiting for you—somewhere. Find her: Leave the rest to me.
Now go."