“What is it, Barbara? Have you news of your husband?” she asked.
“I have had a letter from him,” said Barbara slowly.
“He returns home to-day, does he not?” said Mrs. Evershed.
“No, mother.”
“But I thought you said he would come back to-day?”
“So he told me in the note I received yesterday, but he finds it impossible to do so. Mother, do you greatly mind if I leave you here, and go up to London?”
“To London?” said Mrs. Evershed. “But what for, Barbara, what for?”
“I wish to see Dick.”
“My dear child, you look quite mysterious. Is anything wrong?”
“I hope not, but I am not sure.”