“Half an hour,” said Jenny, after a glance at the clock, “and then I hope they will let you have a quiet evening. You have not been at home once this week.”
“Ah, yes, a quiet evening would be pleasant.”
“Thinking, Pierce dear?” said Jenny, after a pause.
“Yes,” he said dreamily, as he sat back with his eyes closed. “I can’t make it all fit. He rarely goes to the office, I have found that out; and from what I can learn he must be living in the country. The house I saw him go to has all the front blinds drawn down, and last time I rode by I saw a woman at the gate, but I could not stop to question her—I have no right.”
“No, dear, you have no right,” said Jenny, gravely. “That was only a fancy of yours. But how strangely things do come to pass!”
Leigh started, and gazed at his sister wonderingly.
“What do you mean?” he said.
“I was only replying to your remarks, dear, about your suspicions of this Mr Garstang.”
“I? My remarks?” he said, looking at her strangely. “I said nothing.”
“Why, Pierce dear, you did just now.”