It seemed as though all in an instant his heart went back to her in the rebound.
He rushed hurriedly down into the dining-room, there to be met by Mrs. Kemp, who advanced toward him with a white, startled face.
"Oh, Mr. Kendal," she gasped, breathlessly, "you can never in the world guess what has happened!"
"I rather think I can," retorted the young man, harshly: "your niece, Miss Vincent, has eloped with the millionaire's son across the way."
"That—that is not what I had reference to," said Mrs. Kemp, with a sob. "I—I admit that Iris has eloped, but it is not she whom I meant, but Dorothy."
"What of her?" cried Kendal, sharply, little dreaming the truth.
Chapter XXIII.
For an instant Kendal looked at the housekeeper in amazement.
"What of Dorothy?" he repeated, breathlessly.
"She has disappeared too!" returned the housekeeper, faintly, adding: "She did not go with Iris, as you may imagine."