“Indeed, if I have any influence with Gertrude we shall not,” said Mrs Hampton sternly. “I have hardly had a morsel to-day.”
“Where’s Gertrude?”
“Gone up to her room to dress,” said Mrs Hampton; and as soon as they were in their own apartment, she related the whole of the day’s discoveries, and her theory about George Harrington having gone off to join Saul.
“Humph! hardly likely,” said the old man thoughtfully. “So you waited all that time, and then found out that he had not been to bed?”
“Yes.”
“How does Gertrude take it?”
“Like a lamb apparently. Ready to defend him quite indignantly if I say a word.”
“Then don’t say one. I’m very glad he has gone out.”
“Glad?”
“Yes. The more he shows the cloven hoof the better.”