“Yes,” said his brother slowly; “she has gone.”
“But this man, George—this man, Leslie. Don’t stare, man, speak.”
“What do you wish me to say, sir?” said Leslie, hoarsely.
“Who was he? What was he like?”
“I could not see his face, he kept it averted. I can tell you no more, sir. I tried to force him to stay till Mr Vine’s return, as I before told you, and you saw the result.”
“A Frenchman?”
“He spoke in French.”
“George, had you any suspicion of this?”
“No.”
“You never heard a word?”