Stephen glanced hastily in all directions in search of Paul, and was glad to find no trace of him.
"Where's sister Grace?" he inquired.
"She has gone to bed, Stephen. She always goes to bed at eight o'clock."
"Has she spent that gold piece yet, that she was too selfish to lend to her poor brother?"
"That is a matter you can have no interest in, Stephen."
"None of my business, eh?"
"I didn't say that."
"You meant it, all the same. Where's Paul?"
"Do you know where he is? Have you come to tell me, Stephen?"
This question was asked with some appearance of anxiety, and Stephen at once jumped to the conclusion that all things had gone as he desired, and Paul had fallen into the trap which had been prepared for him.