"Haven't I been to see her father?"
"Oh, her father! A detective agency would give us her address within the next twenty-four hours, and the engagement must be filled up within a few weeks."
"I can't go to a detective agency and pay a man to track her out—no, not for anything."
"Not even to save her from Monsignor?"
"Not even that. There are certain things that cannot be done. Let us say no more."
A fortnight later Owen was reading in the corner by the window about five o'clock, waiting for Ulick to come home—he generally came in for a cup of tea—and hearing a latchkey in the door, he put down his book.
"Is Sir Owen in?"
"Sir Owen is in the study, sir."
And Ulick came in somewhat hurriedly. There was a light in his eyes which told Owen that something had happened, something that would interest him, and nothing could interest him unless news of Evelyn.
"Have you seen her?" and Owen took off his spectacles.