"Where is Miss Meg?" he raged. "Tell her she must come here—at once! Tell her that! Use those very words—come at once!"
"My! What a to-do about nowt! I was sure the house was on fire!"
"Confound you, will you go!" he shouted.
"Yes, I'll go! For goodness' sake, keep quiet. You're doing yourself no good by gettin' that excited. Oh, you needn't bawl at me! I'll find her. It isn't such a big place that she can be lost for more'n a minnit or two."
Grumbling audibly at the funny ways some folk had, to be sure, Betty went downstairs. She looked into the drawing-room, dining-room, and library, but Marguérite was in none of those places. Then she passed out into the garden; through the open window Whittaker could hear her asking Armathwaite if he knew where Miss Meg was. He caught the answer, too.
"Yes. She left me to visit Mr. Whittaker."
"She's not there, sir, and he has just sent me for her in an awful hurry," said Betty.
"Is it anything I can do for him?"
"No, sir. He wants Miss Meg."
"Well, she can't be far away. She may be in her bedroom. Go and look there. If I see her, I'll hand on your message."