"I had a feeling," said Aunt Caroline with mournful triumph. "It never deceives me, never! As I passed our dear girl's room this morning, I said, 'She is not there'—and she wasn't!"
"I think you mentioned that the door was open."
"That has nothing to do with it. I—"
"Where did you find this note?"
"On her dressing table. When you went into the gar-den, I went upstairs. I had a feeling—"
"Was there nothing else? No note for me?"
"No," in surprise. "She says you know all about it. Don't you?"
"Something, not all."
Aunt Caroline was, upon occasion, quite capable of meeting a crisis. Remembering the neglected coffee, she poured a cup for each of them.
"Here," said she, "drink this. You look as if you needed it. I must say, Benis, that you don't act as if you knew anything, but if you do, you'd better tell me. Where is Desire?"