"I do not know. I went up to his rooms. All his things were still there."
"Where is he now?"
"I do not know."
The Bishop looked at her compassionately. She had been a long time forgiving him. While she hesitated he had said to her, "Where is he now?" and she had not understood.
Her face became pinched and livid. She understood now, after the event.
"I am frightened for him," she said.
The Bishop had been alarmed while she poured out his tea before they began to talk.
"Perhaps he has gone back to London," she said, her eyes widening with a vague dread.
The Bishop had gone on to the station, and had ascertained that Hugh had not left by the one train which had stopped at Southminster between seven and nine. But he did not add to her anxiety by saying so.
The doctor's brougham, coming at full speed, drew up suddenly at the door.