But seeing Peterby only shook his head and sighed, Barnabas turned to stare out of the window.
"And she—left this morning—with the Duchess, did she?" he inquired, without looking round.
"Yes, sir."
"Where for?"
"For—London, as I understood, sir."
Hereupon Barnabas was silent for a time, during which Peterby watched him solicitously.
"Is 'The Terror' still here?" Barnabas inquired suddenly.
"Yes, sir, and I took the liberty of sending for Gabriel Martin to look after him."
"Quite right, John. Tell Martin to have him saddled at once."
"You are—going out, sir?"