"I have heard many things, but not about her."
"Of course, I know that!" he exclaimed impatiently, averting his eyes for a moment. "I haven't come to talk, but to ask you a simple question. You have no idea where she is?"
Miriam moved a few steps away and seated herself. But almost at once she arose again.
"Why didn't you go home before last night?" she asked harshly.
"I tell you, I am not going to talk of my affairs," he answered, with a burst of passion. "If you want to drive me mad—! Can't you answer me? Do you know anything, or guess anything, about her?"
"Yes," said Miriam, after some delay, speaking deliberately, "I can give you some information."
"Then do so, and don't keep me in torment."
"Yesterday afternoon I happened to be passing Mr. Mallard's studio, and I saw her enter it; she came in a cab. She stayed there an hour or two; it grew dark whilst she was there. Then I saw them both go away together."
Elgar stared, half incredulously.
"You saw this? Do you mean that you waited about and watched?"