"And the young lady?"
Frank could not answer.
"She went away with some of the young women—I think toward the church, sir."
"Was that long ago?"
"About five minutes before they fired it; I'm sure it wasn't more."
"Well, look at the church now, anyway. This is an awful business, Frank."
"I suppose in their way it's what they call war, sir. But it's a terrible business."
"Ah!" said Faber. "I suppose it would be. You don't happen to have a cigar on you, Frank?"
"I've got a few cigarettes, sir."
"Then pass one up. We'll go and look for Mr. Paleologue presently; I guess he's taken the lower road. We should find both of them there."