Jenny dropped a shivering sigh.
“Uncle is long absent!” she said.
Her hand was released. Beauchamp inspected his watch.
“He may have fallen! He may be lying on the common!”
“Oh!” cried Jenny, “why did I let him go out without me?”
“Let me have his lantern; I’ll go and search over the common.”
“You must not go out,” said she.
“I must. The old man may be perishing.”
“It will be death to you... Nevil!”
“That’s foolish. I can stand the air for a few minutes.”