She smiled sadly, and nodded her head gently two or three times.
‘Then have pity on me, and let me have a little talk with you.’
Again she glanced apprehensively over her shoulder.
‘You are afraid of being seen with me, and I don’t wonder,’ I said.
‘Mr Geoffrey came up with us,’ she answered. ‘I left him at breakfast. He will be going across the park to his club directly.’
‘Then come with me the other way—into Hyde Park,’ I said.
With evident reluctance, she yielded and accompanied me.
As soon as we got within Stanhope Gate, I spoke.
‘A certain sad event, of which you have no doubt heard, Miss Pease, has shut me out from all communication with the family of my friend Charley Osborne. I am very anxious for some news of his sister. She is all that is left of him to me now. Can you tell me anything about her?’
‘She has been very ill,’ she replied.