“Did you hear nothing in the village?”
“I drove through without stopping. Did you send to the village?”
“I did not think that they could have got out of the grounds.”
“They! There's no trouble about Leon?”
“I'm afraid—for him,” said Mrs. Dunbar, in a faint voice.
“For him!” exclaimed Wiggins. “What can happen to him? For her, you mean.”
“They must have gone off together.”
“Together! Do you think Edith would go with him? No; she has fled in her madness and ignorance, turning her back on happiness and love, and he has pursued her. O Heavens!” he continued, with a groan, “to think that it should end in this! And cursed be that scoundrel—”
“Stop!” cried Mrs. Dunbar. “He is not a scoundrel. He would not harm her. You don't know Leon. He has not left the place; his dog is here.”
“His dog!”