“No. I suppose his lordship was very late. No business to have gone out.”
Uncle Josiah began his breakfast. Mrs Lavington could not taste hers.
Then Jessie entered, looking startled.
“If you please, sir—”
“Well, if you please what?”
“Miss Kitty, sir.”
“Yes?”
“She’s not in her room.”
“Eh?” ejaculated the old merchant. “Humph! Come down and gone for a walk, I suppose. Back soon.”
The breakfast went on, but there was no Kitty, no Don, and Uncle Josiah began to eat his food ferociously.