Paul made no reply.
Mrs. Dibble only nodded her head to signify that she had had a boarding-school education, and had been brought to this wretched plight, nevertheless.
“She be main clever, surely,” said Dibble, “and improved wonderful.”
“When did she leave here?” asked Paul, looking to Mrs. Dibble for a reply.
“Before daylight, by the mail,” she said; “and what with packing and Mr. Williamson’s fidgeting and going on, and his wild ways, I hope I shall never see such a night again.”
“They left together,” said Paul, staring vacantly at the barrister’s note.
“Yeth, and Dibble fetched the cab.”
“Did she seem willing to go; did she leave any message for me?”
“Nothing,” said Mrs. Dibble. “She wath willing enough to go; but anybody would have been willing to do whatever he thaid, he theemed to order about so.”
“Order! in what way?” asked the Lieutenant.