Just about the time when the curate of St. Catherine Cross’ Church, in London, was asking Markworth whether he would take this woman, M. or N., to be his wedded wife, the dowager and the inhabitants of The Poplars awoke to the certainty that Susan had really gone off somewhere without leaving a trace behind.
She had not come to breakfast; she had not been seen about the premises or in the garden; she had not come into the house or slept in her bed all night; where on earth could she be? It was time, indeed, that some search or enquiry should be instituted.
No time was to be lost!
The old dowager was fearfully excited on being made certain of Susan’s disappearance.
She would not believe it at first; and, saying “It’s all stuff and nonsense, the girl’s hidden somewhere, I know,” was not convinced until she had herself in person searched, every nook and cranny in the old house from top to bottom.
It was the first time that she had really showed any anxiety about the girl, for the old woman was very much troubled indeed. She was shrewd and business-like as usual, however, in her enquiries, and first examined everybody in the house before carrying the search further.
Miss Kingscott, the governess, said she had not seen her since the middle of the previous day, and she had supposed at first that she had gone out to walk with Mr Markworth. She had found out afterwards, however, that that gentleman had driven off early along with “poor Mr Thomas,” she believed, towards the station, and so her pupil could not have gone to walk with him.
Miss Kingscott afterwards informed Mrs Hartshorne that she missed out of her wardrobe a black silk dress, and a shawl and bonnet. She supposed Susan had taken those with her, as her own walking things had been left behind in her, Miss Kingscott’s, room. The old lady said snappishly that “she did not know what right she, the governess, had to suppose anything of the sort;” but she kept the information in her mind nevertheless.
The old servant, Martha, said she had not seen Miss Susan at all, as “she had too much work of her own in the kitchen for her to do, as was a disgrace for only one servant in sich a large ’ouse as she never see, and it were a burnin’ shame it were a workin’ one pore old woman worse nor any black nigger slave as ever was, that it were:” so no information was obtained from her.
George, on being summoned in to speak to the “old un,” as he called the dowager, said that he had been “at work all t’day a diggin on t’petatus,” and he had seen “no leetel miss” about the garden, but he “thort he seed un when he wor a goin’ to his dinner, jist arter twelve, awalkin’ in the far lot across t’fields with that gentelmun froom Lunnon, but he warn’t shoor.”